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March 31, 2011

Anna had finally cleaned out the house she had grown up in, the house where her mother had laughed and danced as a flirtatious young beauty, where her parents had been in love and then stopped. Anna took one more walk through the echoing rooms, past the marble fireplaces and bay windows, listening to her footsteps on the old wooden floors. She had learned to walk here, she thought, and now she was walking away. She turned away and closed the front door gently, and turned the key for the last time, putting the past behind her once and for all.