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people always wanted to pinch. Her pink bucket hat was pulled low, covering her ears and most of her forehead.
She didn’t look at the grilled cheese. She didn’t look at me.
She looked at the floor.
“Hey, bug,” I said carefully. “How was cousin spa day?”
Her fingers tightened around the strap of her backpack.
The sandwich hissed behind me.
She lifted both continue reading …
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