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“What was Mum like?” asked Elliot, who had truly grown stupid at the camp if he was asking that. His father looked out the window, where gray shadows were snatching away the very last of the light. “She was the first thing I saw when I walked into a room,” he said at last. “And once I saw her, I never wanted to look anywhere else. She would speak, and whatever she said was brilliant and startling. She was like that, a constant bright surprise. She was always talking, always laughing, always dancing, and she was never what I expected. I was even surprised when she left.” He looked over at
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