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ear, and felt something small break inside my chest.
“Of course,” I said, because that’s what I always said. “I understand. Work is important.”
“I’ll make it up to you this weekend. I promise. We’ll do something special.”
I hung up and looked at my reflection in the microwave door—a woman in a faded robe, hair still in pins, holding a dead phone like continue reading …
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