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like interruptions.
“This isn’t a social club,” she would say.
Slowly, quietly… I disappeared from my own life.
But something else was happening too.
Something I couldn’t quite explain.
Little things.
Strange things.
Once, I overheard Martha on the phone in the backyard.
Her voice was low, careful.
“Just let her take care of him,” she said. “It works out for continue reading …
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