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mine.
She wore a pale pink flower-girl dress and looked anxious.
“Aunt Vanessa yelled at me again,” she whispered.
I crouched immediately. “Why?”
“She said I walk funny,” Lily murmured. “And she said I better not mess anything up.”
My jaw tightened instantly.
Vanessa had always been cruelest toward people smaller than her.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” continue reading …
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