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leopard-print suitcases lay open on the floor like gaping mouths. Garish polyester blouses in eye-searing colors and rhinestone-studded jeans were being crammed into the custom cedar closet I had designed with an interior architect. The air, which had smelled of sea salt and fresh paint when I’d left it an hour ago, now reeked of Linda’s cloying, drugstore continue reading …
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