It started so young. The whispers. The looks. The way adults would subtly change the subject, or simply stop talking, the moment I walked into a room. I didn’t understand …
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He wheeled it out of the back of his cluttered garage, a phantom shrouded in dust and decades of neglect. Rust bloomed on every surface, tires were flat, the engine …
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