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flattened from sleep.
“Who’s that one for?” she asked.
Brooke looked down at the container.
“For an opportunity,” she said.
Mary Ellen studied her daughter’s face, read the part she wasn’t saying, and kissed her forehead.
“Then season it with courage,” she murmured, and went back to bed.
The next morning Brooke took two buses and a ten-minute uphill walk continue reading …
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