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Nine Years After Her Mother Buried Her Trinity Returned With One Message

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What the Buried Leave Behind

Three hours ago I was nobody. A ghost. A girl the world had already buried and forgotten.

My own mother had worn black at my memorial service, cried pretty tears for the cameras, and told everyone I was troubled, unstable, probably dead in a ditch somewhere. Then she took my inheritance and bought herself a mansion.

Now I continue reading …

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