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Can you believe it?”
Laughter. Applause.
My father stands beside the cake table, hands clasped, chin dipped, his default posture for public events.
“Don and I have been blessed with so much. A beautiful home, wonderful friends.”
She gestures around the room.
“And two daughters.”
She turns toward Jocelyn first.
“Our Jocelyn, our firstborn, college educated,continue reading …
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