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“Yes,” I said. “You should have.” He flinched but didn’t try to defend himself, and that, more than anything, mattered to me.
“Mom, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry I let them disrespect you. I’m sorry I packed that food. I’m sorry I asked you to apologize when you were the one who’d been hurt. I was a continue reading …
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