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man,” he said.
Mariana looked at Miguel.
“Yes,” she said. “I did.”
Photos were taken under the oak trees near the auditorium. Mariana stood beside Miguel, holding sunflowers. Patricia stood on the other side, crying in every picture. Miguel insisted on one photo with just him and his mother.
He put the diploma in her hands.
“Hold it,” he said.
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