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since birth. She was a calm woman in her fifties with silver-streaked hair and glasses she always wore on a chain.
When she stepped in and saw Lily, her professional face held.
Barely.
“Hi, sweetheart,” she said. “Your mom told me you had a hard day.”
Lily nodded.
“Can I look?”
Lily looked at me.
I squeezed her hand. “Only if you’re ready.”
She slowly removed continue reading …
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