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a breath, nobody moved. Then the gasps came. Then the little nervous laughs. Then Vanessa.
“Oh my God,” my sister shrieked, her voice slicing through the garden. “Look at you, Claire. You’re disgusting.”
I lifted my head just enough to breathe. Mud stuck to my cheek, my chin, my eyelashes. My veil had slipped sideways, half-submerged beside my shoulder.continue reading …
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