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“No! Please don’t burn that!” I screamed while my father threw my grandmother’s handmade quilt into a flaming barrel behind our house.

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down, I already knew the truth.

Escaping was the only way I would survive long enough to come back stronger.

Part 2

I chose to run.

Clutching the envelope against my chest, I climbed through the window and dropped into the freezing Ohio night. I never looked back. I sprinted toward Delano’s house while my lungs burned and the smell of my grandmother’s continue reading …

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