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I opened the door and leaned against the frame.
“What do you want?”
My mother’s face softened instantly, the switch from accusation to appeal so smooth it was almost athletic. “Brian, sweetheart. Let’s talk.”
“No,” I said. “Say what you came to say.”
My father stepped forward. “You think you’re tough now? Ignoring us, dodging our calls? After everything continue reading …
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