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... e the sun that rose every morning without fail.
For as long as she could remember, Lucy’s presence was stitched into every memory she owned. When she opened her eyes as a child and waddled into the living room, Lucy was already there with ribbons in her hair. At playgrounds, their mothers chatted on the benches while the two girls-built castles in the sand. Family dinners blurred together with shared laughter, shared desserts, shared birthdays. Their families were inseparable, and so, by ...
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