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The Map of Small Disasters
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'Wait,' I said. 'What do you mean, your street is on here?' Kay's hands shook. 'You never told me about getting hurt there. But your grandma asked me once if I'd ever... if anything bad happened when you were at my place. I never understood why.'
Kay and I searched through her parents' house that night. In her mom's closet, wrapped in plastic: stacks of old calendars. Every page marked with notes: dates, locations, injuries. All about me. And at the bottom, in grandma's handwriting: 'If you're reading this, it's too late. He's the target.'
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