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a warm, genuine smile.
“Well, that’s handled. Now, about that lunch. I believe we have twenty years of catching up to do, and I know an excellent French place nearby.”
I wrapped my arms around her, breathing in her perfume—the same one she’d worn when I was little. “I missed you, Mom.”
“I missed you too, sweetheart,” she whispered, holding me tight. “And continue reading …
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