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“I love them.”
Not “I missed them.”
Need.
Like they were objects.
Like they were useful.
When I asked why, she finally admitted the truth.
She was rebuilding her image.
A redemption story.
The struggling mother who reunited with her daughters after hardship.
People apparently loved stories like that.
But before I could respond, the front door opened.
The twins continue reading …
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