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My mother complimented Brooke’s tree too many times, which meant she had decided to be gracious publicly and wounded privately.
I kept to safe topics.
Savannah’s applications.
Tyler’s boys.
Work.
A movie Brooke and I both wanted to see.
Then, around five-thirty, my father ruined it.
We were in the living room. The younger kids were playing with remote-control continue reading …
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