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*“Do you ever think it’s strange?” Fifteen-year-old Torryn asks twelve-year-old me. We sit at the edge of the cliff with our feet hanging off; the ocean waves crash gently below us, and the wind softly caresses us.

“What?” I ask, swinging my legs. The wind playfully blows the hair out of my face,...

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