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the shop had insisted was festive, was a small poinsettia. I remember the exact time because I had checked my watch in the car, worried I was late, worried the roads had made me later than I meant to be. Six o’clock, he had said. Come at six. And I had come at six, because that is the kind of mother I was, the kind who arrives when she is told to arrive,continue reading …
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