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Then, smaller: “She said if I keep taking your side, she won’t help me with college.”
I sat down on the edge of my bed.
There are moments when anger moves past heat and becomes something colder. Cleaner.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“I said she wasn’t helping anyway.”
I smiled despite myself.
“That was honest.”
“She didn’t love it.”
“No, I imagine not.”
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