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forty-five in a house that belonged to people who called me a burden and I’d realize I’d traded my grandmother’s legacy for the approval of two people who were never going to give it.
“No,” I told Terry. “I don’t regret it. But you can tell him something for me.”
“What’s that?”
“Tell him a burden did this.”
I meant it as a callback to what he’d said on continue reading …
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