Ran like rats. Powerful.

…horrible, and we knew it was bad. My brother was twelve, and I was thirteen — -an age of awareness. We sniffed out the grief. It ran like rats through our visits with our beloved cousins. My sister, fourteen, just disappeared. She couldn’t handle being around the intense feelings.
I Entertained an ‘Angel ‘Unawares,’ and I’ll Always Feel I Let Her Down
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Debra G. Harman
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Ran like rats. Powerful.
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Written by Roman Newell
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Busy working on my novel, 20xx. I also talk about the writing journey on Substack. romannewell.substack.com.
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