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once watched storms gather over the range.
“She loved you differently,” Tiffany said, after a long silence.
I waited.
“I used to think that meant less.” She was looking at the mountains. “Now I think she loved you honestly.”
That was the first true thing my sister had said to me in years.
“She loved you too,” I said.
Tiffany laughed softly. “She saw me.”
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