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Country Lane
Police lights hot on my windows
My brother’s tears salty on my shoulder
Yelling
Yelling
  Yelling.
Sitting in the guest room
Heart.
Beating.
My unicorn stuffed animal in my arms.
Tight grip
Tuesday night, long driveway. Longer than before.
Cold winds high five my sweaty, petite palms.
Dad picks up Jack, holds my hand.
Unplanned McDonald's trip.
The end.






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