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said, “We did it,” and everyone laughed like it was a shared victory.
When the check came, my mother didn’t even glance at it.
She slid it toward me like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I paid. Again.
On the drive home, Norah scrolled through photos of herself.
“You got a good shot of me on stage?” she asked, like I was an employee.
“I did,” continue reading …
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