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“You look really great,” Annie gushed. She plucked at the black dress I’d put on this morning to go to the cemetery.
“Thanks.”
“Is this new?”
I shook my head. I’d gone through a phase of buying a whole new wardrobe to replace everything I’d ever owned when Maverick was alive, but that had been this winter. I had gotten past that by the time I needed sundresses and sandals.
“Well, I want to borrow it. I wish my ass wouldn’t hang out of the back.”
“Curse of the giant.”
“Luck of the pixie,” Annie joked back.
Annie had been a lifesaver during the last year. Always quick with a smile and a promise of a night out. Eager enough with a girls’ night in with Jason when life had started weighing on me too much to go out. She was the best friend a girl could ask for.
“I’m lucky to h
