Day 80: Words
Luna’s lips were quivering, her throat constricting. She stood in front of the crowd, the flimsy white piece of paper shaking slightly in her hands. Her mind was moving a million miles a minute, preventing her from being able to read what was on the paper. She had memorized the words, but her mind wouldn’t stop moving so she could recall what she had painstakingly repeated over and over, night…
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