Twelve
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I sometimes think back to my sixteenth birthday, when my foster mother handed me a neatly wrapped yellow box. One could tell it took her all night to fold it just right. Excitedly, I ripped it open and inside it was a peach colored scarf, it was winter so I guess she thought it might be helpfu...
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