Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. Wanted a clean sweep for elbowroom. Oh the back of her arm she found the faintest down of hair in the world. Because I’m younger than you. . “Michelle, it’s me, Lucy.
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