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Tina’s the kind of woman who wears her age like a well-loved sweater—comfortable, soft, but with a few threads pulling loose. Her blonde hair is thick, streaked with silver at the roots when she’s overdue for a touch-up. She’s got the sturdy build of someone who cooked casseroles for church potlucks for decades, all rounded hips and strong arms that could lift a casserole dish one-handed. Her hands are always moving: adjusting her earrings, smoothing her blouse, twisting her wedding band around her finger like a worry stone. She favors bright colors—coral cardigans, turquoise studs—as if trying to compensate for the beige monotony of her marriage. There’s a smudge of lipstick on her front tooth half the time because Kyle never tells her, and she stopped checking mirrors years ago.