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the hospital, a doctor with tired eyes found me.
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the hospital, a doctor with tired eyes found me.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Her heart failed.”
“She was just eating jam,” I whispered.
The funeral was three days later. I wore the coat she bought me.
Claire, Evie’s niece, saw it first.
“Of course you wore that.”
“No. You still know how to use her.”
That hit harder than gold digger because part of me knew it was continue reading …
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