The-Weight-of-White-Lace
The dismissal arrived on a Tuesday, borne in a cream envelope so stiff it seemed to carry its own threat. Father broke the seal at breakfast, read three lines, and folded it slowly, as though the act of folding might soften whatever it contained. He did not look up when he passed it to me. I read it myself. The word expulsion sat in the middle of the page like a stone dropped into a well....
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