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up with us through fevers, who packed our lunches with little notes, and who cried at our graduations. She was the woman who had loved us fiercely and had done something terribly wrong.
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up with us through fevers, who packed our lunches with little notes, and who cried at our graduations. She was the woman who had loved us fiercely and had done something terribly wrong.
Mom handed it to us herself. The handwriting was soft and slanted.
“My beautiful daughters,”
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