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Don't be Sad
I wasn't convinced that this wasn't a dream.
"Oh, my poor dear," Nan says.
They are outside, standing on the barrier; their white, gnarled gaces send a shiver up my spine.
It takes a couple of days, but I do come out of my room.
"Molly," Dad says right outside my door.
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