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had never shown in Charleston.
“She is ahead,” Grace said, tugging my linen skirt.
“She is,” I said, watching the blue cap pull two yards clear of the girl in lane five.
When Emma touched the wall, she did not look for her father’s expensive watch or wait for a lecture on her posture.
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