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I’ll never be like her, I told myself as I threw my clothes into a garbage bag. I’ll never be like her, over and over, every step to the bus station. I’ll never be like her, as I bought a one-way ticket for a place a few towns over, because no child should ever be hungry, should ever want, should ever feel emptiness gnawing at them the way I had. We were never poor, but I was. My mom took the money she made from her job and spent it on herself. She bought nice clothes from the shops in the mall; I got clothes from the ...
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