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interested in staring at his own feet like a scolded boy.
“And you,” I said quietly. “Four days. Four days of your mother tearing me apart at every meal, and you just sat there. Silent.”
“I didn’t want to start anything,” he mumbled.
“You didn’t want to start anything, but you were perfectly happy to let her finish me.”
Diane tried desperately to pull continue reading …
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