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was happening, pressing close to me with worried eyes. “It’s okay, girl,” I told her, scratching behind her ears. “We’re going home. Our actual home.”
My phone rang as I was driving away from my parents’ house for what I thought might be the last time. It was Diane.
“Charlotte, your mother just called me. They’re back from Aspen, and they found your continue reading …
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