My classmates made fun of my birthmark for years

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Something hot and old cracked open inside my chest. It was not shame this time. It was something else.

I slowly turned, searching the crowd.

She was standing near the punch table, frozen in place, a red plastic cup halfway to her mouth. Brittany. The girl who had whispered about me for four years. Her mascara was already starting to smear.

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