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gripping the doorframe.

The dress had faded from years of washing. Comfortable. Soft. A little tighter around my waist than it used to be before three pregnancies and 15 years of family dinners where I ate last.

I had changed outfits six times before putting the blue dress back on.

The dress had faded from years of washing.continue reading …