Dianne

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As many times as I’ve seen her, Sadie’s only really smiled at me twice. But this smile—this is different. It’s so big, her pillowy, faded-red lips stretching, the apples of her sharp cheeks softening and creasing the collection of freckles beneath her eyes that I’m just as desperate to touch as I am to get close enough to count them.
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