She had to get out of here. But there was nowhere to go. Only the sea, deep and brown and salty. There was also school, but that was its own kind of imprisonment. So she put away her plate and went back to her room. It was small, but it seemed expansive, because it was the only place that the baby hadn’t yet invaded. Starfished on the bed, Romi envisioned what her life would be like if she could just make it out, out of this little house, out of this tiny space, and out to the city above.
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