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nausea.
That girl wanted to scream.
The woman I’d become did something else.
I stepped inside, the suitcase still at my feet, and looked at my mother carefully. Not the way I looked at clients. Not the way I looked at strangers.
The way I looked at someone I had been loyal to for too long.
“So you took it,” I said.
My mother’s eyes flashed. “We did what continue reading …
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