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The Map of Small Disasters
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I spread the map on Kay's kitchen table. She traced her finger across the stars. 'Your grandma used to ask me about you in middle school,' she said quietly. 'Like, specific questions. Where did you fall? What hurt?' I never knew that.
Kay pulled up her text thread with her mom. 'She was keeping track,' Kay whispered. 'Every time you got hurt. Dates, places, what happened. Your grandma made her write it down.' I felt the room tilt.
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