The Girl Who Died Twice: A Reckoning

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copied my k

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er me, his face a mas

arah," he hissed. "Chloe

. He dr

n't obey. He half-dragged, half-carried me o

se. She'd be playing the innocent, wo

reyhound bus, shoving

he highway. My head throbbed, the drug slowly wearing

as in control.

al grogginess faded, le

t hungry. He eyed the small bag of snacks Mom always

he demanded, reac

would have cowere

I snatched

my voice surpr

t be a brat, Sara

d my voice, loud enough for t

always trying to take my fo

isle looked over, frowning. An o

ed. "Shut up," he m

al tears of frustration, but useful now. "Just because you're my

pathetically. "Young man, leave your l

rs murmured th

k in his seat, de

of crackers, eating slowl

mistreated younger sister. Passengers offered me sympa

asingly disheveled and sullen. He ha

d. He was starting to look l

ly what I wanted w