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others growing more focused as they sensed the moment approaching.
My stepmother leaned slightly toward my father.
“Almost there,” she whispered.
I saw the way his lips curved, just slightly.
He believed it.
He believed the outcome had been his long before the reading began.
I folded my hands tighter in my lap.
Not out of nerves.
Out of patience.
Because I continue reading …
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