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As I swallow the pills in my mouth and tired darkness begins to creep in, I remember the orange chrysanthemums on the kitchen counter.

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He finally pulls to the shoulder of the road, hands shaking and eyes avoiding the phone on the center console.

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As I sit down at the table, I admire my friends around me — laughing and smiling and sharing stories and food, maintaining these effortless connections just by being themselves.

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Cool, calm, collected — she ingrains this mantra in her mind, twisting it into every fiber of her being until she is untouchable, unbreakable, unknowable.

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“You have to keep the peace,” my mom whispered.

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I reach over the side of my dinghy and touch the waves, sunlight glinting over every ripple.

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I keep thinking of how many little girls were slipped their poison without even knowing what it was, or how badly it would start to fester.

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“It’s okay, I know you’re doing your best.”

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I still remember sitting on the dark red tufts of my living room carpet, handing you that music box with a sense of finality because I knew once your mom dragged you out my front door, the only thing we could cling to was the empty promise that I would visit over the summer.

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He waits with bated breath, expecting some sort of grand exit — like the music would swell, or a ray of sunlight would peak through the clouds, like a rainbow would appear in the skies or a chariot would descend...

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As I swallow the pills in my mouth and tired darkness begins to creep in, I remember the orange chrysanthemums on the kitchen counter.	813
He finally pulls to the shoulder of the road, hands shaking and eyes avoiding the phone on the center console.	218
As I sit down at the table, I admire my friends around me — laughing and smiling and sharing stories and food, maintaining these effortless connections just by being themselves.	157
Cool, calm, collected — she ingrains this mantra in her mind, twisting it into every fiber of her being until she is untouchable, unbreakable, unknowable.	151
“You have to keep the peace,” my mom whispered.	146
I reach over the side of my dinghy and touch the waves, sunlight glinting over every ripple.	113
I keep thinking of how many little girls were slipped their poison without even knowing what it was, or how badly it would start to fester.	65
“It’s okay, I know you’re doing your best.”	55
I still remember sitting on the dark red tufts of my living room carpet, handing you that music box with a sense of finality because I knew once your mom dragged you out my front door, the only thing we could cling to was the empty promise that I would visit over the summer.	28
He waits with bated breath, expecting some sort of grand exit — like the music would swell, or a ray of sunlight would peak through the clouds, like a rainbow would appear in the skies or a chariot would descend...	15