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place where one life ended and another began.
“Because it was waiting to become something else,” you say.
Francisco looks at you softly.
“What will it become?”
You smile.
“A reading room.”
He laughs under his breath.
“For girls?”
“For girls who ask inconvenient questions.”
Little Isabel claps.
Francisco kisses your temple.
Later, workers remove the last iron continue reading …
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