Devastation
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Julia's close behind me now. Her voice reaches me, lacing in and out of my mind, forcing me to remember that I'm not prettyenoughsmartenoughthinenoughgoodenough.
My feet move an inch. The edge of the cliff is rough and rocky.
I spread my wings wider and take flight.
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