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Yesterday, Rachel went to sleep listening to Taylor Swift, curled up in her grammy’s quilt, worrying about geometry. Today, she woke up in a ditch, bloodied, bruised, and missing a year of her life.
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I always do this thing where I unconciously compare something with another thing I’m already familiar with, and somehow this “another thing” usually ends up being… 923 more words