Lacey's Secret Life
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"That is so pretty!" Lacey Exclaimed
Startled, her mom turned around and smiled
"You have tons of necklaces" Her mom said "plus you never take the one off that your dad gave you"
Walking away from the lovely decorative flee market booth Lacey rubs her hand up against the beautiful emerald green (like her eyes) and turquoise necklace that her dad gave her on her 15th Birthday "Shedding a tear" Lacey thought to herself "Oh brother, here comes the feels" Speaking of her dad and brother they died in a car accident a year ago both her big brother and Dad died that day.. But on the bright side (like there could be one) Lacey and her mom survived with only a few Injuries.
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