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nothing.
Weather.
Traffic.
Savannah’s college list.
Then she said, “You’ve changed.”
I stirred my coffee.
“Yes.”
“You used to be softer.”
“No,” I said. “I used to be available.”
She looked down.
That landed.
Good.
She turned her napkin over and over.
“I never meant for you to feel excluded.”
I looked at her.
“Mom.”
Her eyes filled.
“I know.”
“No,” I said gently. “You continue reading …
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