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The master bedroom door opened upstairs and Tori let out a big yawn. "My goodness!" she said. Dan grinned and his eyes widened slightly. Tori descended the stairs and entered the kitchen wearing a similarly knowing smile. She looked exhausted but content, yesterday's mascara smeary on her cheeks as though she'd been crying, but her sleepy grin suggested something more like prolonged laughter. She was wearing a sheer black chiffon over a black tank top and high-rise shorts. Tori had struggled with her weight for most of Abby's life, jumping from one diet fad to another. Doctors had been deeming her obese for years, and Tori was quick to warn her daughter that she "used to have a figure just like" hers, fueling Abby's dedication to sports and moderation in her own diet. Abby couldn't help