Nearing the bus station, I couldn’t take it anymore. I started crying and sputtering. Jenny looked at me like I was an idiot as I hiccupped through an unintelligible sentence. She squinted her eyes at me like mom did. It made her look like Dirty Hairy. I was trying to talk, but the words shook from my mouth like nuts falling from a tree. Noisy and scattered, that’s what they sounded like.

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