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the fabric.
“Did I do something wrong?” Grace asked, her thumb hovering near her mouth.
“No,” I said, my voice steady as I worked on the spot. “You did nothing wrong.”
The red stain did not come out, spreading instead into a dull, dark circle against the bright yellow linen.
Grace stood quiet, staring down at the ruined fabric under the pale lights of continue reading …
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