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She recalled vividly the floral centerpieces and crystal chandeliers, the wait staff in their black aprons carrying trays of petite quiches and bacon-wrapped scallops; and her parents, their faces missing the lines of time, their eyes bright and hopeful for a future they would never attain. From the uncovered photographs and the stories heard throughout the years, she dreamt of these details as though they were her own memories.

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