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ring. “You sound awful,” she said immediately.
“Thanks.”
“You crying?”
“No.” Pause. “Okay, a little.”
Dana sighed softly. I could hear a television in the background and her husband washing dishes.
“You don’t owe people a performance, Riley.”
I leaned my head against the wall. “No,” I said quietly. “But I think I owe myself the truth.”
After we hung up, I continue reading …
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