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at Emma, and the moment Emma turned and saw her, the color drained from her face.
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at Emma, and the moment Emma turned and saw her, the color drained from her face.
Yet it felt impossibly large.
“Is it her?” I whispered.
The answer surprised me. Then I understood. Of course, she didn’t know.
She’d spent 22 years looking at photographs.
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