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Three Slices of Cake: The Box Nora Left Behind

There were three of us once.

Me, Leila, and Nora.

I know that sounds like the start of a story someone tells after they have already made peace with the ending, but I never made peace with ours.

Not really.
I only learned how to speak around it without falling apart in public.

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