![]() ![]() “Do you know how to use an iPad?” I asked slowly. She still had a nice body, despite looking like she could use a good meal or three. ![]() Help sat down, and my eyes glided over her legs briefly. After my response, she never did it again. Shortly before the accident that stole her freedom. Emilia stared at me defiantly, not even offering a hello. She’d tied her hair into a loose French twist. Great, that meant she’d made an effort for me since my visit last night. ![]() Good, I liked it that she no longer reminded me of Jo. At least they were the right size this time. I also saw that the heel to one of her shoes was glued on crooked. She came in wearing a red-and-white ladybug dress-I shit you not-and yellow leggings. After ten seconds, I leaned back in my seat and knotted my fingers together. ![]()
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