"Meg first appeared to me as a nimbus of curly red hair, looming above my top bunk late at night. The hair, backlit and aglow, was so remarkable that I reached up and patted it as though it were a rare creature. Meg offered the nervous, extra-buoyant 'hi' of the girlfriend meeting the boyfriend’s kid for the first time. In reply, I stroked the hair."
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