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get here. So eat my food, sit on my furniture, and pretend you’re impressed by the paint color I obsessed over for three weeks.”
Laughter broke out, warm and kind. Someone whistled. Kevin clapped the loudest. Connie pressed a hand to her chest and said, “We’re so proud of you, Susan,” in that syrupy tone that always made me think of medicine trying continue reading …
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