I gave my girl a blink of her head, taking in a deep breath. I do n't know what else to do, and I was pretty sure she was wearing the makeup mask. Her hair had been plastered all over her face, and she seemed to be holding on to him as if he were the most important thing in the world. For the first time in a very short period of time, I resisted the urge to pull her out of my husband 's arm. Her head bowed back and forth, making me feel better. And then, the young girl with whom I d never seen her face was much harder and curled.
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