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Frost barely heard any of this. She was staring into the apartment, the only home she'd ever known. She wasn't afraid she would forget it, for she had every inch of the place memorized. And she wasn't afraid she would miss it, because the memories of the two parents she lost there lingered like ghosts. And because, even more than a home, it felt like a prison. What she was afraid of was how quickly she was coming to regret how long she'd stayed.
"I'm ready," she said.
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M.P. Kozlowsky (Frost)