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glass. My mascara was slightly smudged. My dress was wrinkled. My hair had slipped loose around my face.
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I didn’t go back inside for the dry chicken or the reunion cake. I drove to the Chinese takeout place near my hotel, still wearing the red dress.
The cashier glanced up. “Special occasion?”
