KJ is twelve when she works out the bones of the thing--but she doesn't tell anyone. Not then. Not for a long damn time.
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Sometimes, it takes meeting an old friend in a NYC bar to unearth old memories.
She’s twelve when she works it out. Starts to work it out. Not the whole picture, not every scene, but the bones of the thing. Looking back on it, that will surprise her a little—twelve is so young, so goddamn young to be working anything out. Who even was she, at twelve?
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