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access ends.”
Vanessa sobbed into her hands.
I looked at her for one final second.
Under the makeup, under the brand, under the apology, she was small.
Not harmless.
Small.
That distinction mattered.
I turned and walked out with Deborah beside me.
In the hallway, my knees almost failed.
Deborah caught my elbow.
“You did well.”
“I don’t feel well.”
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