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gather from diverse places and tried to reform, grotesque and
misshapen. “I can’t fight that battle right now.” She felt, too,
now that the weight had slid away, the sadness and anger—
the wound that would need tending. Too much debris there
before.
“Okay.” Priya sighed, tapping her fingers on the table.
“Okay. I don’t know if I agree or fully understand, but I can
respect that.”

When they stood to leave, Greta stooped to hug her. Priya,
small inside Greta’s frame but strong. And surprisingly warm.

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