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Chapter 0041

My eyebrows furrow. A fabric.

Bridget stares at me squarely when she speaks now, “Do you remember the Parisian coat you made for your grandmother?”

A slow surge of sadness seeps into me, but I nod. I do.

The design for it is still in my sketchbook, and I didn't draw it with an old woman in mind.
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Colleen Keller
this book has gone off in some weird tangent.
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