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like myself.
They were at dinner when I got home.
I could smell garlic from the front step.
No one called out when I came in.
The boys were loud over the table, and my daughter-in-law was on her phone with the cord to the speaker dangling.
My son looked up briefly and looked back down at his plate.
I went upstairs, changed my shoes, came back down, and continue reading …
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