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yard where she learned to cartwheel, cried over a dead bird, kissed her first boyfriend by the fence when she thought I wasn’t looking, and grew into herself one ordinary day at a time.
Lily touched the ends of her hair.
“I think I’m going to cut it again before school starts.”
“How short?”
“Maybe here.” She pointed to her jaw. “Or maybe I’ll shave one continue reading …
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