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happy.”
I watched my children laughing in the sunlight, completely unaware of the conversation I was having on their behalf.
“You mean the life I built,” I said, “while you pretended it ran itself.”
“Don’t make this ugly.”
I let out a tired laugh. “You left me on a nursery floor while I was eight months pregnant. You made this ugly.”
I hung up.
The Days continue reading …
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