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want the sound to startle her. Then I smoothed my hands gently over the uneven pieces, careful around the healing cut.
She watched me in the mirror.
“I look like a different kid.”
“You look like Lily.”
“Even without my braid?”
“Especially without your braid.”
Her eyes searched mine.
“Do you miss it?”
I swallowed.
“I miss that someone took something from you.continue reading …
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