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Learning the truth only breeds more questions
AVALON I sat still in the unnecessarily high chair, the hairstylist had me on, too afraid to breathe just in case I missed my hair up. My heart was pounding in my chest. This was supposed to be a good night, and I wanted it to be so. But there was something about it, I couldn’t place my finger on. Something is missing and I need to know what. Maybe it was the missing memory that had me frozen because I did not know how I was supposed to act at this party. Once the hairstylist was done, I was helped into my dress for the evening. This felt familiar. Not the dress itself, but the preparation of it. It made me question if I had experienced this also. Merrick was outside my door, waiting on his feet instead of the living room where he could have rested while waiting. “Avalon, you look
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