She felt like a prize-winning pony, all decked out and performing on command. Trot this way, shimmy to the left, shake this hand, smile politely and bow your head. She was about two fake hugs away from chomping her bit. But for Emily's sake, she would reign herself in. She doubted if her sister could handle a dead father and a delinquent sister all in one day.
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