Caitlyn

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We were a wrecked car, barreling down the highway without lights, our steering locked into place. I could put a seat belt on. I could reach out and jab the hazard lights on. But I couldn’t turn off the car, and I couldn’t seem to open the door and fling myself out. There was calamity ahead—I just had no idea what it would look like.
The Good Lie
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