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her alone for an hour with her phone, though.”
I looked up from my cup. “Her phone?”
Brenda shrugged, looking puzzled herself. “She’s been doing that more, sweetheart. Little stretches where she wants the door closed and some privacy. I don’t pry.”
“Mom barely knows how to text,” I said, though even as the words came out, I realized they weren’t entirely continue reading …
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