This time Rebecca was wearing a new white dress, long, covering her knees. She wore new makeup. Her red flame hair was up in a bun, tight. She smelled like a flower in early San Francisco spring. Everything inside of Chris loosened up. He no longer felt tough or mean or revengeful. She softened it all. He was reduced …
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