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the way Lily used to tap my arm when she wanted attention.
“I’m sorry,” Elise said eventually.
I shook my head. “You didn’t break it.”
“I mean for all of it.”
I stared at the bowl of ceramic pieces between us. “I know.”
She reached for my hand, saw the half-moon cuts in my palm, and made a small, pained sound. “Clara.”
“It kept me from doing something worse,continue reading …
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