Absent Mirror

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I grew up with just my mom in Toronto, Texas. I never asked questions about my absent father, or what had happened. One day I was waiting at the train station. I started fixing my hair by looking at the reflection in the train window, but then I froze, I didn’t have a necklace on.





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