Sample V-05: The Broken Mirror

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My mama is a quiet woman. She doesn't talk with her mouth, but she talks with her hands. When she's happy, her fingers dance like little birds. When she's sad, they fold together like a closed book. My name is Leo, and I'm seven. My papa says mama had a "big sleep" five years ago, and when she woke up, her voice had gone away to a place where we couldn't find it. He says she's a fragile thing,...

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