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my arm. No one spoke a word. I walked back beneath the floral arch I had paid for, listening to the music I had chosen, leaving behind the celebration I had built with my own hands.
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my arm. No one spoke a word. I walked back beneath the floral arch I had paid for, listening to the music I had chosen, leaving behind the celebration I had built with my own hands.
“Did you forget something, ma’am?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said as I got back in. “I forgot what kind of son I raised.”
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