doing all the things they did every day. People who weren’t us.

            "Remember that time she used her nail polish to paint your name on your bike," Ma said.

            And there it was.

            In my mind, I saw Lizzie standing next to my new black bike with her pink glitter polish, smiling and proud. Her twig arms stuck out of her pink tank top and her smile was missing a front tooth that she’d lost just that morning.

            I laughed then, loud enough that the sound surprised me.

            "Yeah," I sai...

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