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can set your boundaries for you, sweetheart. That part is yours.”
I wipe my eyes.
“Are you going to the anniversary dinner?”
Loretta picks up her pie plate and brushes a crumb off the edge.
“I’ll be there. Table three, right up front.”
She pats my shoulder on her way down the porch steps. At the bottom, she turns back.
“Whatever you decide, I’ll be there.continue reading …
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