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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables over coffeeLori asked me,
"How are you doing?" with her golden blond hair pulled back and tired black under each eye. "I'm good," I answered. She smiled. She always smiled. Lori asked me, "What will you do today?" with her fears hidden her hopes in flames and fingers aching from hours of hard work. "I will hug you," I answered. She smiled. She always smiled. |
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