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away. My mother lingered behind him, touching my arm.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know he felt the weight of it like that.”
“He told you. At the barbecue. You just didn’t decide it mattered until it was public.”
She flinched. “I should have said something. I should have stood up for him.”
“Yes. You should have.”
“I’m proud of him. And I’m proud of continue reading …
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