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Clean. Disposable.”
Evelyn nodded like that made perfect sense, like I was just a line item in their plan.
She picked up her phone and called my mother on speaker.
Helen answered on the second ring. “Hi, sweetheart.” Her voice was calm, like this was just a casual check-in.
“Their setup is running,” Evelyn said. “Everything’s working.”
My father’s voice continue reading …
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