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She wasn’t surprised to see me. She’d been expecting the storm.
She didn’t hug me. Didn’t ask how Europe was. Didn’t ask if I’d eaten. Didn’t even ask if I was tired.
She just looked at me with a set jaw and that particular expression she used when she wanted to sound righteous.
“He needed it more,” she said.
Her voice was flat, like she was explaining continue reading …
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