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Alice leaned into the mirror as she applied her makeup. She made herself up a little heavier than usual, as Jenna would have done. She combed her hair in the direction Jenna would have combed it. And she dug around in her clothes until she found a red, white, and blue check shirt she used to wear at age seventeen.
For some reason, she'd never gotten around to throwing it out. Perhaps because the last time she'd worn it, had been the last time everything felt right in the world. Alice slipped it on and left the top four buttons undone, as Jenna always did. It fit like old times, a little long, a little baggy.
Alice pulled on a pair of stretch denim skinnies in a bright-wash blue. The closest she had to the color jeans she used to wear with the shirt. She slipped on a pair of barely-to
