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I rearranged my cold features into a smile, just like I practiced, and swiped my key card against the door. I waved at the janitor who was mopping the hallway. I asked Gwen about her daughter’s dance recital and cooed as Helen showed me pictures of her grandson taking his first steps. Nobody ever noticed.
Dear Ana
by I.I.E.
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