"This one is my sister," she says, referring to the first of Katie's pieces she picked out, "because it's cute and small, like her."
"Now I just have to pick out one for me," she says, but then her eyes get very sad as she holds up a delicate, see-through butterfly called an Invisible Angel.
"This one used to be me, forty kilos ago," she says, tearing up.
"Well, now I think I'm going to have to insist you get it," I reply firmly.
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