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Tiffany stared at him.
“No,” he said. Not loudly. Not with the swollen energy of a man performing resolution. Just finally.
It was the first clear no I had heard from my son directed at his wife in five years, and it landed in the room with the quiet authority of something true.
She turned to me one last time. “You’re going to regret this.”
I thought of continue reading …
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