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several blocks.
Finally, she said, “Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
“Do you think I’m betraying my mom by letting you help me?”
I stopped walking.
People moved around us on the sidewalk, coats brushing coats, headlights gliding over wet pavement.
“No,” I said.
She looked down at her boots.
“She keeps saying I’m picking sides.”
I hated Megan in that moment.continue reading …
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