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to leave, Mariana tried to be strong.
She failed immediately.
Miguel hugged her in the hallway while students squeezed past with storage bins and pillows.
“You’re going to be okay,” he said.
“I’m the mother. I say that to you.”
“You can say it too.”
She held him tighter.
“I’m so proud of you.”
“I know.”
“Call me.”
“I will.”
“Eat real food.”
“I will.”
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