Stephanie Munguia

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“You left.” “Why would I stay?” I breathe. “You and Mom were in prison.” “Your grandmom. She died and you were fuck-knows where.” “She didn’t even know I left. Once you and Scottie were sentenced, she just checked out—she was gone.” I had no one.
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