I Lived in Poverty with Amnesia for 13 Years – Until One Day, a White SUV Pulled up to My Tent Under the Bridge

Flora shoved her hands into her hoodie pocket. “Good.”

So we sat on a bench and let silence do some of the work.

Later, while Nora and I pretended to discuss practical things, I heard Flora say to Riley, “Do you like makeup?”

Riley frowned. “Yes, but my mother says I’m still too young to have makeup on.”

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