“There’s my daughter.”
My mother’s voice floated toward me with practiced warmth.
The kind she reserved for audiences.
Not for people.
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“There’s my daughter.”
My mother’s voice floated toward me with practiced warmth.
The kind she reserved for audiences.
Not for people.
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