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the Walmart parking lot, my breath fogging the windshield, my phone lighting up with their ski trip plans.
“You already did,” I said quietly. “I’m just making sure you don’t get to pretend you didn’t.”
For a long moment, no one spoke. The only sound was the creak of the old cabin and the muffled thuds of boxes being stacked in the other room.
My mom stepped continue reading …
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