The Wistful Campus

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The bone broke. It did not snap. It crumbled. Like dry chalk. Like old plaster. I felt the shards. They slid into my marrow. I held my arm. I held the pain. I did not scream. Screaming was for others. For the soft. For the ones who could afford the noise. I was not soft. I was the thing that did not break. Or so I told myself. The lie tasted like iron. We were walking. The path was long. The...

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