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“Stef returned her smile. She was so beautiful. So wounded and tough and beautiful on the inside too, and Becca wanted to hold her like that forever until they were both old and wrinkly and lived in a giant house with forty cats. But with her eyes wide, her lips smiling, Stef's body went slack in Becca's arms.”

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