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Oct 2017
My mother in particular used to tell me if the clasp was turned to the front.
I'd pull the front to the side until the back was where it should be, away from sight.
Sometimes other people would say it.

I never minded it there.
But now I find myself every once in a while, feeling my chest for the clasp, sliding it back.
Centering the pendant in the middle.
a little thought
Hannah
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Hannah  21/F
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