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a familiar face.
Clare.
She’d somehow found out about the ceremony. After I took the oath, after the applause died down, she approached.
“Congratulations,” she said.
“Thank you.”
“I’m proud of you.”
I looked at my sister. Really looked at her. Saw someone I used to know, used to be related to, used to hope would love me.
“I appreciate that,” I said. “But continue reading …
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