Debbie Roth

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She thought about Terry walking this path in her bluebell skirt that she never threw out, after. It hung in the wardrobe in Dun Laoghaire for years. The waist was tiny, it must have been about eighteen inches. They used to sneak in to try it on, but Terry was neater and more beautiful than either of her daughters.
The Wren, the Wren
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