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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.
The unknown star was in the next county. Some empty field area on the map. My hands shook. I grabbed the map and drove toward it without thinking.
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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.
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