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a text from my mother three weeks earlier.
Tiffany’s engagement party is the 14th. Try to come if you can behave normally. No strange military intensity, please.
Normally.
That was what she wanted from me after five years. Not safe. Not home. Not we missed you.
Normal.
I stepped out of the car and walked toward the door.
Before I knocked, Tiffany opened continue reading …
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