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Gotta be honest, this feels like one of those "diverse - in theory" books that slaps labels on characters but does nothing with it.

Constantly have to remind myself April is supposed to be an adult. She has all the freaking maturity and emotional capacity of a wilted tulip.

I take out a sharpie from my bag. The wall has yellowed to create a perfect rectangle where the photograph must have been hanging, unmoved, for years.

I fill the whiter space with this: I never got to tell you how beautiful you are.

And then I return the frame to its place on the wall and go back out into the night.