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Leo nodded. “Keep it somewhere safe. Not on a website. Somewhere no one can archive it.”

She pulled up her sleeve. Her forearm was a tapestry of fading text, each line a crossed-out childhood wish. The last one— Writer —was barely visible. umfcd weebly

Inside, she gave her statement. Then she leaned over to Leo and whispered, “The next time someone tells you your dream is dead, ask them where they buried theirs.” Leo nodded