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Outside, two other choppers await.
Anna is being led to one of them. I let go
of Willow's hand and walk toward her.
“Where have you been all these
years, Anna?”
“Everywhere.” She smiles.
It's odd, but the moment she says
that I see a girl in the grocery store. She
worked there after school. Mousy brown
hair and glasses. She'd have faded into
the background if it hadn't been those
