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The sky was a deep, velvety purple and the stars were already ablaze. Beyond Dawson’s figure, the creek was a black ribbon and the treetops were beginning to glow silver with the slowly rising moon.
It was a myth that every mother and daughter were best friends, but friendship was far less important than family. Friends came and went; family was always there.
“I remember wondering why on earth you wanted to spend time with me.”