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Chapter 16
Chapter 16 WHEN I GOT TO WORK for my evening shift, my boss had someone in her office. She greeted me cheerily, saying, “Poppy! There's someone here I'd like you to meet. I've just hired her on to work in the kitchen when Rajan leaves.” No introductions were needed. Though her naturally amber hair was dyed a brilliant shade of burgundy, like the wine that had been tormenting me since that night I overdid it, I'd have known the girl anywhere. The bridge of her refined nose was dotted with freckles, though not nearly as many as she'd had when she was younger. Back then, she used to wear dark matte lipsticks: purples, darkest red, even black sometimes. Now I doubt if she had on lipstick at all. Maybe just a gloss to show off the lovely pink colour of those lips I knew so well. I'd
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