Adam Mendoza

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On a night when the moon was good and bright, Mouse and I took off running. I dragged her down the mountain, gripping her skinny wrist in my hand. No mercy. No stopping. We had to get back to that Greyhound station. It was the only way out.
Paris: A Memoir for Young Women in the Age of Influencers
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