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table. The woman smiled back. Then she walked over.
Sweetheart, our table is too big for two old people. Sit with us. I didn’t know they owned the restaurant.
I didn’t know they had buried a daughter in 1996. I didn’t know that one Thanksgiving dinner could rewrite the rest of my life. Seven years from that night, my sister would sit at table 11 of continue reading …
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