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Not guardian.
Bubba.
For years, that was enough.
Then Lorraine came back.
Seven years after disappearing.
I still remember opening the apartment door and barely recognizing her.
Gone were the thrift-store jackets and exhausted eyes.
Now she looked polished.
Expensive coat.
Perfect makeup.
Designer purse.
Jewelry that probably cost more than our rent.
But the second continue reading …
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