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body shook. Lucia and Valentina sat on the kitchen table, legs swinging, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.
All three of them were singing.
The song was familiar.
A song about sunshine.
The song Isabella used to sing to them every night.
Their words were messy. Their voices did not match. They missed notes and stumbled over each other. But none of that mattered.continue reading …
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