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careful peace he spent his whole life protecting.
“You know how your mother gets,” he says finally.
“When I broke my shoulder, Dad, did you come?”
The line is quiet for a long time.
“I’m just asking,” I say.
He hangs up. No answer, no defense, just the click.
The next morning, I go to Patterson’s Market for groceries.
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