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how to be there.
Then he reached for the one thing he had left. Your mother would be ashamed of you.
My voice did not shake. My mother would be ashamed of what you did to her daughter.
Five seconds of silence.
Don’t call me again, Sierra.
I wasn’t planning to, Dad.
He hung up.
The coffee got cold. The newspaper went unread. The apartment was quiet in the continue reading …
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