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Ethan told her she looked like a clown and she said that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her.
At eight-thirty, the doorbell rang.
Vanessa stood on the porch without makeup, her hair pulled back, her eyes swollen. Behind her, Caleb sat in a rideshare with his arms folded in the posture of someone who has decided that being here is beneath continue reading …
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