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Esther was brave. I was just little. I was
afraid of everything, especially of dying.
I didn’t even know anyone who’d died.
“You hold it,” said Esther, “while I dig
it a little grave.”
I hid my hands.
“You’re scared,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Bees can sting,” I answered.
“It’s dead, stupid,” said Esther.
“Little bee,” said Esther, her voice choked
with emotion. “I love you.”
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