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Chapter 12
C H A P T E R 1 2 : F R A G I L E T H I N G C A L L E D M E M O R Y
Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates.
Marcel Proust
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As I am driving home, I remember that I have not called my mom today, so I fish out my phone and dial her number. Strange enough, she does not pick it up. I give it one more try yet still no answers. I toss my phone to the seat next to me as I focus my eyes on the road.
Nate. My high school buddy. Why did they have the same name? Is it really just a coincidence? If it is, there are so many coincidences so far. Starting with everyone mistaking me for Juliet, Juliet’s friend has the same name as my baby sister. And now, her brother has the same name as my best friend.
An idea pops into my head like a lighting bulb. Maybe I should go to Ardmore, visit my parents, and check my high school
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