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Mama Heather was furious. I had never seen her so angry at me. She paced the kitchen back and forth wildly. I wouldn’t have been surprised if smoke actually started coming out of her ears. “Where were you?” She demanded, turning to me with flared nostrils. Mama Chelsea sat across the small table from me, quieter and calmer. She was a steady force in the middle of a whirlwind. I couldn’t quite tell if she was mad at me or not. She didn’t say anything. Flashes of the night before ran through my mind. “I was with Eddie,” I said quietly, avoiding her gaze. “Oh, of course! It’s Eddie!” She yelled, her eyes widening. “That i***t from across the road! What have I told you about running off with strange boys?” “He’s our neighbor-“ “You don’t know him! I don’t know him! He could’ve done anyth
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