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was in, Dad slammed the truck door.
He walked up to me one last time.
He didn’t look angry anymore.
He looked old.
“You’re dead to us,” he whispered. “Don’t call us. Don’t come to Christmas. You have no family.”
“I haven’t had a family for a long time, Dad,” I said quietly. “I just had dependence.”
He flinched as if I had slapped him.
He turned around, got continue reading …
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