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little sunflowers stitched along the hem.
My MIL Turned My Bathroom Into a Spa Using All My Stuff So I Planned the Perfect Revenge – Story of the Day
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That dress always smelled like sunshine and fabric softener. And her perfume still lingered in the hallway, vanilla and lavender, soft and ghostlike. Some nights, I’d swear I could smell it drifting past my door, like she was checking in on me one last time.
