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The Map of Small Disasters
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My grandma died last month. She left me an old folded map like it was treasure. At first? Junk. Then I saw them—tiny hand-drawn stars scattered across it. One on my old playground. One on the street corner where my bike flipped. One where I got jumped for my phone in sophomore year. Every place I'd ever gotten badly hurt. And there's one more star—one I've never been to.
This was too weird to figure out alone. I called my best friend Kay. 'Found something that's gonna sound insane,' I said. 'Come over.'
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Kay opened the door and saw my face. 'What happened?' I unfolded the map. Her eyes went wide. 'These are ALL your places,' she whispered. 'How does she—' Then she stopped. 'Wait. My street is on here too.'
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