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up quickly.
An avoided glance.
My mother’s eyes flicked to my father, then to the wall behind me.
My father took a measured breath, like he was about to give a presentation he didn’t quite believe in.
The slightest shrug, the kind that says, Can we not do this right now?
This wasn’t a mistake.
It wasn’t bad communication.
It wasn’t an oversight.
It was intentional.continue reading …
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