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but I didn’t want to bother you with every tiny detail.”
My father set down the lamp and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Morning, kiddo,” he said, as if we had run into each other at Home Depot.
I looked from face to face and waited, because part of me still couldn’t believe I was going to hear them actually say it.
My mother said it.
“It’s only fair to continue reading …
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