Anna

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When I turned to see her standing on the front porch, my stomach dropped. She was smiling that same smile the world has seen for years—a smile that’s pure innocence but protects like a shield—and her voice was full of sweetness and joy. But I knew that voice well. By that point in my life I’d been obeying it for twenty-three years.
Counting the Cost
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