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worn down through friction with the world, the way stones wear smooth in a river, not from any single impact but from the constant passage of water over time.
“I came because Ava asked why I hated you,” Lily said, her voice cracking. “Just like that. Last week. Why do you hate Grandma?”
“And what did you say?”
“I said I didn’t.”
Silence.
“But I think maybe continue reading …
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