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told me, years ago, he wanted us t
hysterectomy. For us.
led and
he brought Kevin and Kate home. "Or
red, and didn't look much
White, his old high school flame,
the loving mother.
send-off to schools they'd never act
the champagne foun
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or what
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grabbed my arm, her
her voice tight with worry. "Those chi
e her, his face a mask of disa
is too much, too fast. The
now what I'm doing, Mom.
on't do this, honey. P
r of mine. Throwing away everything we worked for, everything *yo
s sha
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