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On her own. She wore a blue dress I had not seen before and lipstick close to the shade from when I was a child. Afterward, Frank tried to speak to her in the hallway.
She stopped. For one second, I thought she might fold. Then she said, “Do not tell me to shut up again.” Frank’s face tightened. She turned and walked away.
I was prouder of her continue reading …
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