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The big glass vase was a calendar of sorts. She’d dropped the first marble in the day Reggie was killed—absently, not really thinking about it—but then she’d dropped a marble in every day since. She also marked the days with coins and buttons and little found things slipped into a pocket. Every marble, every pin, was another day, another hour, forward.
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