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a reception in the church basement. My mother intercepted me within thirty seconds.
“Nathan,” she said, voice trembling. “I’m so glad you came. We need to talk.”
I shook my head. “Not today.”
Her face tightened. “You’ve been ignoring us for eight months. We deserve an explanation.”
“You forgot to invite me to Thanksgiving,” I said quietly. “And that wasn’t continue reading …
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