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a patient by that name, ma’am.”
“Thank you.”
I hang up.
I sit in the dark for a long time.
This is the last move, the health scare, the guilt message that bypasses logic and goes straight to the gut. It’s the last resort for a woman who spent 65 years learning exactly which strings to pull.
I type back, “Mom, if you’re truly sick, I will always help with continue reading …
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