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Clementine had left me in the kitchen, leaving her trust in me because I was her close friend's daughter. What she also left was a necklace, which my mother requested as her final death wish, claiming Clementine stole the necklace from her years ago and hadn’t returned it out of bitterness.301Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWPDrIGVJlc
I had shoved the necklace in my jeans, called out to thank Clementine, and scurried out the door.
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"Mama. The necklace," I whispered, kissing her clammy forehead.
"Darling, I've changed my mind."
"What?"
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"I've changed my mind. I was the one who stole it from her, anyways."301Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfCA29Emlsl
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