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... m went to take photos again and copied the documents.
They took the form and filled it out separately.
Mia held the pen and felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, unable to resist glancing at the photo again.
Of course, hats weren’t allowed for the photo.
Her hair hadn’t grown back.
Bald.
The photographer’s expression was peculiarly filled with pity, likely thinking she was terminally ill and wouldn’t last long, looking at Dallas with admiration a ...
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