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I watched the jewel-tone colors cast themselves against bronze Jesus. I raised the sleeve my own wrist, revealing the small, not-very-deep incision of someone who is not yet familiar with the conventions of hurting oneself. “I’ll take Peyton’s place, just like you took mine,” I rasped.

Ava was waiting, so I walked out and let the door slowly ease closed behind me.

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