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said, “Something’s different here. Tell me.”
I told her.
Not dramatically. Not all at once. Just the pieces.
The sewing room, the grocery shelves, the book club, the chore chart, my name at the bottom, the rooster on the windowsill, the water ring on my mother’s table.
By the time I finished, Sophie’s jaw was tight.
“How long?” she asked.
“Since October.continue reading …
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