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shirts because she said mine were softer. The blue folder sat between us.
“You’re going to want to give him chances,” she said.
“He’s our son.”
“I know. And I love him. But love is not the same as handing someone a match in a hay barn.”
She reached across the table and put her hand over mine. “Promise me you won’t confuse being lonely with being helpless.continue reading …
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