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she says.
She sets it on the railing and sits in the other chair.
I tell her everything. The sale, the test, the phone calls, the group chat, the uninvitation, the rumors at the supermarket.
I don’t hold back and she doesn’t interrupt.
When I finish, Loretta is quiet for a long time. She looks out at the yard, at the barn Marcus repainted last summer, continue reading …
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