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And he was looking directly at me with that solemn, earnest expression kids get when they’re repeating something they believe is true.
“Mom says you’re the help,” he announced clearly.
His voice carried. It wasn’t mumbled. It wasn’t hidden behind a giggle.
It cut clean through the clink of silverware and the murmur of conversation.
Everyone heard it.
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