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I said.
“Well, hurry up,” Jeffrey said. “Some of us have actual jobs to get back to.”
The waiter brought another round of champagne. My father raised his glass.
“To family,” he said. “And to Barbara finally stepping up.”
They drank.
I set my phone face down.
“Actually,” I said, “I want to ask you all something.”
“When you think about me—about my life—what continue reading …
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