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back. The legs scraped softly against the hardwood. Every head turned.
“Thank you for dinner,” I said. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
My mother’s eyes widened. “Jasmine, do not be dramatic.”
“I’m not. You already decided who I am. I don’t need to stay and help you repeat it.”
A flush climbed my father’s neck. “Sit down.”
“No.”
It was a small word. It should not have continue reading …
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