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to do.”
When she stood to leave, she paused.
“I told Gloria and Linda I lied,” she said. “I thought you should know.”
The rain had started again outside. The air smelled like wet dirt and lilacs.
“Thank you,” I said.
It was not absolution. But it was true.
My father surprised me in early summer. He called on his cell, just him, and asked if he could stop continue reading …
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