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Another silence, longer and heavier. “Mom, things change. Traditions change. Olivia is right. We can’t live in the past.”
Olivia is right. Those three words began to define my son after he met her.
“When are you coming home?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“That’s the point, Mom. Olivia and I aren’t going to live there anymore. We’re going to continue reading …
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