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aside and pointed toward the street.
“Take the boxes. Take the truck. Leave.”
Silence.
Colleen started crying then, real or practiced, I couldn’t tell anymore.
“I can’t believe you. I thought you loved me.”
“I do love you,” I said. “That’s why I’m telling you the truth instead of pretending this is normal.”
My mother’s eyes flashed. “God is watching how continue reading …
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