" I watched her for a long time, memorizing her shoulders, her long-legged gait. This was how girls left. They packed their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that it wasn't the worst day of their lives. That they didn't want their mothers to come running after them, begging their forgiveness, that they wouldn't have gone down on their knees and thanked God if they could stay."
excerpt from White Oleander by Janet Fitch
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