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around her. Emma’s biology textbook lay open on the floor. Chloe’s braid had come loose at the bottom.

I stood there a minute.

Then I fed the funeral program into the fireplace one corner at a time and watched the paper curl black.

If this one stayed with you, send it to somebody who’d feel it too.

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