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approached directly.
“Why would you come here?” he said, voice sharp. “Don’t you have any shame?”
I met his eyes and kept my voice calm. “I was invited,” I said. “And I have every right to be here.”
He snorted and walked away like I was a stain he didn’t want to touch.
My father approached next.
He looked older than I remembered, more gray at the temples,continue reading …
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