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me the faintest breath of a laugh.
“Not that, Mom.”
“Okay. Great. Not great, but better.”
I sat at the kitchen table. Leo stayed standing for a second, then finally sat across from me.
“Mom, can you sit down? Please?”
“Mom?” Leo whispered.
I couldn’t answer. I grabbed another letter.
“I don’t know if you hate me. My mother says you do. I don’t believe her,continue reading …
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