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Writer's pictureM. J. Padgett

Chapter Eight

When I got home, the first thing I did was hug my mother. She had no idea what a weight she had lifted from her daughter’s shoulders, let alone from Alana’s. It had been almost as difficult to say goodbye to my best friend as it had been every time my father got restationed or deployed.

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