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straight for the trash. I saw my reflection in the polished silver tray: pale, tense, betrayed. I wanted to scream, but only whispered, “I see. Well, I hope you all have a great time.” “I knew you’d understand. You’re the easygoing one,” he sighed, relieved. “Oh, and while I’m gone, don’t forget to water the yard and my succulents.” “Sure,” I whispered.continue reading …
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