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abandoned on tables.
Catering trays untouched.
Congratulations balloons drifting aimlessly.
Perhaps 15 people remained.
They turned to stare as I entered.
My mother launched herself off the couch.
“You… you did this. You destroyed everything.”
I held up one hand.
Something in my expression stopped her mid-stride.
“I didn’t destroy anything, Mom. I reported continue reading …
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