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I slide myself out of bed. I pace down the stairs. I reach in the drawer to grab my keys but instead my hand touches something smooth. The red bow on the box Mom had given me the day she died. I grab the box and put it gently into my backpack. There is two of them. One for me.

And one for Cade.

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