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“I want to not have to choose,” she says. “But I think that’s what being seventeen is. Realizing you have to.”
“Hey, Rogue,” calls Marcus, the seventy-year-old pianist who smells like cedar and secrets. “You’re early.”
The guilt is a physical thing. I watch her press her palm against her sternum as she reads the messages.
“I want to not have to choose,” she says. “But I think that’s what being seventeen is. Realizing you have to.”
“Hey, Rogue,” calls Marcus, the seventy-year-old pianist who smells like cedar and secrets. “You’re early.” a girl's secret new life
The guilt is a physical thing. I watch her press her palm against her sternum as she reads the messages. “I want to not have to choose,” she says
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