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It was the first time since I’d come through the door that I didn’t feel like I was broken in two, and it wasn’t until that moment, the red door skipping through my mind, that I realized this was the first day since I came here that I hadn’t looked for it. No, I hadn’t thought of it. Not even once.
The Unmaking of June Farrow
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