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She blinked, startled. “Ma’am?”
“Who painted my daughter?”
Her face shifted. “This is a student exhibition.”
“My daughter died three years ago,” I said, loud enough for nearby people to turn. “That is her face. That is her birthmark. Why does that plaque say self-portrait?”
The woman drew a careful breath.
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