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my arm. He looked at the red mess and at my face.
He did not cry. He just stood there. Mama, he said.
Did you make a mistake? No, baby. Someone else did.
I cleaned the floor. I threw out the pie. I sat at the kitchen table and opened my phone.
I typed three words. Restaurants, open, Thanksgiving, Boston. I scrolled.
Most places were closed. Most places continue reading …
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