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Ronnie, is it really you?

“Ronnie, ┬áis it really you?” “Yes, Mom, it’s me.” I took her soft hand, skin smoothly worn but still intact through decades of household toil. We were on her couch in the living room. The sun filtered warmly through the … Continue reading

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