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“Are you okay?”
“I’m making a pie,” I said.
“That’s not what I asked.”
I set down the fork and looked at her.
“Yes,” I said. “I am okay. I’m better than I’ve been in almost a year.”
I picked the fork back up.
“I should have done this in January.”
“Why didn’t you?”
I thought about it honestly.
“Because I kept thinking that if I was patient enough, gracious continue reading …
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