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the hat.
Dr. Benson did not gasp. That was why I loved her. Her eyes changed, but her voice stayed warm.
“Thank you for trusting me,” she said.
She examined Lily’s scalp, measured the cut, documented the uneven lengths, and asked gentle questions without leading her.
“Who had the scissors?”
Lily whispered, “Aunt Vanessa.”
“Where were you sitting?”
“On the continue reading …
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