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Lacy touched the ragged scar on her cheek and winced. The pain, long since faded, lingered only in her mind. “Z for Zorro.” She bit her lip. “No mask or mascara in the world can fix this, honey.”

“Mom?” Jason stood in the doorway and peered at the reflection of his mother.

She glanced in the mirror and met her son’s worried, forlorn eyes. “Nothing, kiddo. Just — ” She couldn’t think of a quip fast enough…

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Ann K Frailey

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Teacher, mother, author, working on a short story series and a historical fiction & science fiction blend. Making the most of each day. And loving it.

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