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her, looking uncomfortable in cargo shorts and a fishing vest, his eyes not quite meeting mine.
Her smile—bright and cheerful—froze on her face when she saw my expression.
“What happened to my house?”
My voice came out thin, reedy. I sounded young. I hated how young I sounded.
“Oh, don’t worry about the mess,” she said, waving her hand like we were talking continue reading …
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