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I first met Olivia in the early winter when I was fourteen. It had just snowed in LA. She stepped out of Mr. Miller’s car, looking small in a black coat. Mom said Mr. Miller’s mother–in–law had died, and they were bringing their daughter back from Georgia. That must be her. She shivered in the wind. I could see her red- rimmed eyes. She saw me too, quickly dropping her gaze when I smiled. Shy and different from the spoiled girls I knew. She looked like… a lost
fawn. For the first time, I wanted to talk to a
girl. “Hi, I’m Ethan.” She looked up slowly.
“Hello. I’m Olivia.” Her voice was soft, with a
gentle Southern lilt. It was captivating.
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