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of expensive champagne in Mark’s hand—the kind we’d never been able to afford before. He didn’t search for me to share the moment. He didn’t call out my name. Instead, he turned to his mother and they high-fived, a sharp, percussive sound that echoed through the vaulted foyer.
“We did it, Mom!” Mark shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls. He popped continue reading …
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