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perfectly. Tonight, it misfired. I watched her cry and felt something detach, not cruelty, not coldness, just the clean snap of a wire that had been carrying too much current for too long.
“Out,” I repeated.
My father grabbed my mother’s arm. At the door, he turned back. “You better pray you never need us.”
“I never have,” I said. “And we both know it.continue reading …
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