On a cold December evening, she sat in her dark room, a solitary light emitting from her iPod playing Norah Jones. An iPod he’d given her earlier in the summer when things were brighter. She counted the little change she had. It wasn’t enough. She thought about her bills. What little there were, her mom […]
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