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You understand, right?” My father kept buttering his toast. My mother turned the burner down.
I said, “Of course.” It came out the way it always came out, even light, trained. “Wonderful,” my mother said.
“Eat, sweetie.” Then Aubrey spoke up. “Aunt Feebs, are you coming?”
Vanessa answered before I could. “Aunt Feebs has too much work, baby.” Aubrey kept continue reading …
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