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The last ribbon hit the floor. The paper settled. The room moved on.

I cleared my throat. “Was there a mix-up somewhere? Did something get left in the hall?”

My mother looked at me with the tired patience of someone dealing with a stain that won’t quite come out. “Why waste money on you, Avery?” Her voice was smooth. Polished. The voice of a continue reading …