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“Would you…forgive me?” »
I smiled gently.
“There isn’t anything to forgive. »
Tears filled her eyes.
“No,” she whispered. “There is. »
She reached into her handbag and removed a neatly folded silk scarf. ClothingAccessories
It was completely black.
“I’ve carried this everywhere since my daughter died. »
She looked at it for a long time.
“She hated this scarf.”
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