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me near the coffee table. “Mama, you’re sweating.”
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me near the coffee table. “Mama, you’re sweating.”
“Doris made the coffee strong enough to give me heart palpitations, sweetie.”
Jeremiah appeared beside her. “You’re out of breath.”
“I walked from the parking lot.”
“You parked by the door.”
“Son, I’m old,” I said with a smile.
Chanel came up behind them, holding a paper plate. “Why are we surrounding Mama continue reading …
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