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“Ello,” she greets sweetly. I have
the urge to smile at her, but I don’t. I
stare at her unicorn onesie and pink tutu.
Odd.
“Willow!” a woman calls behind her.
“Be careful, honey.”
Willow. An odd name for a strange
girl. She's not willowy at all with her
plump little legs and cheeks. She looks
like a miniature Marie Antoinette.
