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Oct 2016
She looked at me and pulls the scissors out of my hands. She says she never trusted me with anything sharp.
Her eyes drift toward my arms and
I try to roll down my sleeves.
Maia Vasconez
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Maia Vasconez  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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