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yogurt shop. My father inspected it in the driveway, kicked one tire, and said, “Good. You’re learning responsibility.”
When Vanessa’s car had a warning light, my parents rented her a Jeep for four days because she “couldn’t deal with extra stress.”
I learned early not to compare out loud.
Comparison made my mother sigh.
“Celestine,” she would say, stretching continue reading …
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