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let me watch whatever I wanted and took a Polaroid of me on the front porch. I smiled for it — my mouth did, anyway. Eyes of a girl who had already done the math.
Somewhere in Shelby’s room, there is still a photo album from that trip. Matching Mickey ears. Castle at sunset. Shelby on my father’s shoulders.
There is no album from my week with Nana June.continue reading …
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