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te. Her bags were on the wet pavement. Eleanor had

g. Tiffany, her stepsister, was holding up a dress. It was a knock

here in ten minutes. But that would mean admitting defeat. That wo

ouse. She had nowhere to go

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nsington. The name jumped out at her. Her mothe

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wallow. The sadness evaporated,

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er seats. The

file in her bag burned against her hip. The Kensingtons were conn

r and slid into th