The Dress

Would she see him again?

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No matter how many times Cass stuffed the lace dress into the bag, she couldn’t get rid of it. Once, she raced back to the Goodwill donation drive-thru, pleading, “Excuse me, I forgot something!”

She gave up, taking it home and hanging it in the bedroom closet, a lonely ghost that wouldn’t depart.

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