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didn’t call me his ATM as a slip.
He called me that because that’s what I was to him.
And once you know that, once you hear it in his own voice with laughter behind it, something inside you stops negotiating.
My phone buzzed again.
A text from Uncle Jeffrey.
Sorry. Didn’t mean to send that to you. Thought you should know.
I stared at it for a long time.
Jeffrey’s continue reading …
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