A young woman places her finger to just below her eye. Messed up mascara. Recent tears going dry. She wipes her cheeks and smiles. Her grandmother, barely more than half her height, reaches up and puts her arm across her shoulder, pulling her close and tight, tilting her body to her. The young woman’s hair is Gothic black. She’s just a kid really. Besid…
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