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every move, breakup, and version of my life, it stayed with me.

It felt different in my hands now.

Heavier.

Warmer.

Like it knew what I was about to do.

It was too beautiful for the life I was living.

I’d kept it safe for over two decades.

“I’m sorry, Nana,” I whispered. “I just need a little time. Maybe this will give me one more month.”

I didn’t sleep much continue reading …