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entire life. Not like you. Translation: We liked the old you better. The one who did what we expected. The one who never made us uncomfortable.
“I’ve had a lot on my mind,” I said.
“Nathan,” my father sighed, “she’s your mother. You need to call her.”
“I will,” I said, and hung up without any intention of following through.
I threw myself into work. I continue reading …
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