She walked like she was the only person on the beach. She wasn't. But she walked like it.

She walked like she was the only person on the beach. She wasn't. But she walked like it.
Thirteen is the last year you get to call her a kid without someone correcting you.
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"Did I look okay?" She meant: did I look the way you wanted me to look.
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There's a version of your daughter before the crop top and a version after. You know when you're crossing. You do it anyway.
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