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... pressed her fists to her chest, praying that Gram was right, that you could never really lose someone, so long as you held their memory in your heart and tended to it, nurturing it with love.

It started snowing lightly, and Jenny lifted her face to the sky, feeling the flakes touch her forehead and cheeks. everything was going to be all right, she told herself. The world was beautiful, and she had all kinds of options open to her.

The snow flurries had thickened to flakes, swirling in a blur around the streetlight.