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Ava looked at her, confused. “That doesn't look like any sort of note you would have written. It's far too creased.' "This one isn't mine,' Debs said, grinning. 'Mine is being pressed back to perfection in between the pages of a hardback copy of Anne of Green Gables.' Ava shook her head. 'You're not still re-reading that, are you?' Debs pulled her lips into a firm line. 'Until I find my own Gilbert Blythe, then, yes.' "