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“Just one more, sweetheart.”
The boutique on Maple had a gown displayed in the front window that I had already, foolishly, pictured on her the moment I saw it. Ivory, soft, romantic, the kind of dress that belonged in a memory rather than a store window. Hazel stood in front of the glass for a long moment, studying it, and then, in a voice I continue reading …
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