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I was seven years old the last time I saw my mother.
The smell of toast burning slightly in the kitchen.
My twin sister Lily sitting at the table while Mom braided her hair carefully.
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I was seven years old the last time I saw my mother.
The smell of toast burning slightly in the kitchen.
My twin sister Lily sitting at the table while Mom braided her hair carefully.
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