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face a mask of quiet disappointment. She'd b

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aid, his gaze fixed on me. "Some pe

out your attitude, Emily. Go down

base

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uch," Mom started, a flick

ier looking for an old board game. It's not too bad. I even

w it. But th

ce harde

behind me, the click of the

ard their voic

ct for you, Jess. We can drive up next wee

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nning a trip.

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with us, after her parents d

ar." Mom would bake my favo

ica's because she "needed more space for her things." My a

e grinning between Mom and Dad, were slowly replaced

ce I was ten, was given away. "Jessica's terribly

once around him. She

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