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fresh-graduation glow already. Hair perfectly smoothed back. Skin bright. Not a trace of fatigue. She carried her white coat folded over her arm like it was a cape.
“Take tomorrow off,” Mom said, not looking at me. “Norah needs you to drive her downtown.”
“White coat ceremony,” Norah added.
“I already planned to go,” I said. “I cleared my afternoon.”
Norah continue reading …
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