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“No, buddy. She remembers.”
He looked at his cake, at the six candles melting down. “I’ll blow extra hard. Maybe it’ll push the wishes to San Antonio.”
He didn’t know my parents had unfollowed me on Facebook a week earlier. He didn’t see Mom’s comment on Nate’s photo: “So proud of you and your new truck. You deserve it.”
We limped through holidays like continue reading …
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