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The Map of Small Disasters
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I was twenty minutes from home when I realized I hadn't seen my grandma's handwriting on the map. Not on the stars. Someone else had drawn them. Smaller, thinner lines. Someone had updated her map. Recently.
My phone buzzed. A text from my mom: 'Where are you? Your grandma's lawyer just called. She left you something else. A letter. They want to give it to you today.' My foot went heavy on the gas.
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