Something caught my attention. I grabbed something white with faded navy blue stripes. It was my old Reseda High School gym shorts.
“I should have thrown this away.” I stared at the brown streaks of dried blood on the front.
Mom rubbed my shoulder. “Some things can’t be thrown away.”
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