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Ellie wore a yellow hoodie and held her fox tucked under one arm, and her passport was zipped into a small pouch that hung on a cord around my neck, because that was the arrangement that made her feel safe, and her feeling safe was the only thing either of us cared about.
At the check-in counter, the agent smiled at us. “Passports, please.”
Ellie looked continue reading …
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