“Elise thinks of Denise’s laugh cracking like thunder over the Turnbull houses, the paprika in her chili, the way her bra cuts into her back, the powdery heat of her body when they’d lie on the bed in the summertime, the afternoon too hot for anything but gossip and game shows. Her mother played with Elise’s hair like it was her own, absentmindedly twirling it as they smoked.”
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