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Immie reached up to touch the back of Jule’s neck.

“You look pretty with your hair cut short,” Immie said, touching Jule’s neck again.

That day, Immie and Jule had driven to Menemsha, a fishing village not far from Immie’s Vineyard house.

Immie blushed and pulled her hoodie up over her face for a moment.

Immie lifted the hoodie and looked at Jule.