I kept a firm grip on the silver comb, refusing to let go."You can't play with this."Ben probably didn't expect to be turned down and instantly pouted."Mr. Lucas said I can use anything in this house!""This belongs to me." I pulled the silver comb back toward myself.Instead of letting go, he suddenly yanked hard with both hands, clutching the handle."I want it!"In the middle of our tug-of-war, a sharp snap rang out. The silver comb broke clean in half, with one piece dropping straight to the floor.I froze.When I was ten, my grandmother sat by the window, using this very comb to braid my hair for the last time. Back then, I even complained that she was taking too long, nagging her to hurry up so we could go buy candy.The next morning, I could never wake her up again.Over the past twenty years, I had moved four times, and I always kept this comb close. Now, it was snapped in half by a total stranger's child.Seeing the look on my face, Ben panicked and took a step
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