“Get in the car,” he seethes. His words cut into me and shake me. I quickly leave my eclectic college apartment, the snow crunch, crunch, crunching under each footstep, and hurl myself into the front seat. I see my brother’s fro in the rearview mirror and realize I am the second victim of the unsuspected college pick-up. While I’m scared shitless, my br…
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