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Becca was standing in front of her holding a small, worn, pink knitted pillow, and telling her that Anthony had hidden it under his bed every single time Ember came to visit.
The Pillow That Did Not Belong
Ember’s first instinct was that there had been some kind of mix-up.
The pillow was soft and faded and clearly well-handled. It was the kind of decorative continue reading …
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