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... ration reminding me how close she was to giving out— but somehow, she kept going. Bruised. Battered. Still stubbornly alive.
We’d passed the Welcome to Missouri sign a while back. Minutes ago. Maybe longer. Time blurred when the road never changed.
Oklahoma was next.
Then Texas.
My stomach tightened at the thought.
I hated this state we were in. Every mile closer felt wrong. Like stepping back into something I’d barely escaped the first time. I wanted in a ...
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