Why is Karen all buttoned up in her fancy winter coat and snow hat, but I'm in something akin to an Easter dress? Maybe Spring was hard that year? Or was it just my favorite hand-me-down church dress that Christmas?
Then there's the look on Karen's face -- like a secret lurks behind that cheshire grin. Karen is best at remembering childhood details. But I'm not going to ask. I'd rather believe I'm smiling because she's finally shared that secret with me.
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Oh my gosh, Karen looks so much like your mother.
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