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#72 I, Isabel Scheherazade say Reader! Come look. You’re Going to Love This! Right. Just Open those Eyes and be like a stranger in this place you’ve lived your whole life.
Last winter Mom and I were skating at the quarry. I skate ahead; then Mom drags me back with “Isabel!” You know the rest. She’s kneeling on the ice and peering down. I crouch beside her and ask, W…