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room was small but bright.
They made the bed. Arranged books. Hung a small framed photo of Miguel and Mariana from graduation day, the one where he put the diploma in her hands. Miguel placed it on his desk without embarrassment.
“You sure?” Mariana asked.
He looked at her like she was being ridiculous.
“Mom. It’s my favorite picture.”
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