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standing in front of me looked like a faded photograph of Laura, all the vibrant colors washed out to pale imitations.
“Hi, Mom,” she said quietly, attempting a smile that cracked at the edges. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
“I tried calling earlier. You said you’d call back.”
“Oh.” She glanced quickly at Margaret, then back at me. “I’m sorry. I got continue reading …
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