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They breathed silence down the line at each other. Mari wasn't completely sure when she lost the ability to talk to Maya. Probably around the time she'd started needing her help. That day that Maya left her with all mom's trouble and a heap of her own, Mari needed.
"You, uh- you think you'll be coming into town?"
Maya I'm scared. Maya I cant be alone right now.
Maya I'm falling apart.
Not in her lexicon. All those years ago, Mari had stared at the newly vacant room across from hers and tried to stop needing her. Today, she rested her hand over her chest, felt her heart press against its cage, and tried again.
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