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did Rosa always wear gray? Why did Daddy’s men all wear black suits? Why did Mommy smell like jasmine?
And Mia sang constantly.
In the bath. At the table. While playing. She invented songs about spoons, about clouds, about her sisters, about shoes that looked lonely by the door.
They were four years old.
Identical triplets.
Black curls.
Brown eyes.
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