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deafening.
An hour later, my mother called, her voice dripping with the honey-thick manipulation she used whenever she wanted her way.
“Savannah, honey, let’s not be difficult,” she cooed. “We’re so proud of your little business, but surely you can see how hurtful this is. We just want to celebrate our love with our daughters. Why make it so cold?”
I continue reading …
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