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What We Don’t Admit

Author: ANGEL
last update publish date: 2026-07-02 05:02:33

CHAPTER NINE

Elena — First Person

I drove home in silence.

Not the uncomfortable kind, the kind that has too much in it.the kind that needs to be left alone.

When I got home,I parked,I sat in the car for four minutes before I went inside.

Those four minutes were for composing myself. I have always been good at composing myself.I have composed myself in cars, bathrooms,and just outside doorways for as long as I can remember,assembling the version of me that can walk
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