My daughter, Amelia, was sixteen when she brought Patricia home for the first time.
« Mom, » she asked quietly, « can she stay for dinner? »
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My daughter, Amelia, was sixteen when she brought Patricia home for the first time.
« Mom, » she asked quietly, « can she stay for dinner? »
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