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in that fuzzy robe. The letter crumpled in her hand like she had been squeezing it for two hours straight.
“You’re really doing this?” she asked. “After everything we’ve done for you?”
“I mean the house I bought for you?” I said quietly. “The bills I paid? The health coverage I arranged?”
She flinched for a millisecond, then straightened. “We raised you.continue reading …
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