I felt my face heating up, my nose and cheeks tingling and burning. My mascara streaked down; I must have looked like a mess. I didn't want to let go of her, I couldn't. It meant her moving would be real, but accepting it wasn't an option. My arms tightened around her neck; hers did too. Mariela moving to New York broke my heart. How could I let my
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