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might bite her. Then she turned to me, and I saw the exact moment when the charm gave way to pure desperation.
“Morgan, please,” she said. “I know I made mistakes. I know I left. But I’m still your mother. Doesn’t that count for something? We could split it. Half and half. We could be a family again.”
A family again. As if we’d ever really been a family.continue reading …
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