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Quiet moments like these were rare, as rare as the times when Mom was truly happy. But for some reason, no matter how bad it got, I never thought that it would end.
— Dec 07, 2016 07:30AM
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And so I did. I told him everything. All the cleaning, making everything perfect. Only to stare at her empty chair, for the past four years. And then he held me as I cried, saying everything was going to be fine, just fine. But I just couldn't believe him.
Oh, Abbey:(
— Dec 07, 2016 11:26AM
Oh, Abbey:(
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I would get a phone call, or maybe a letter, saying she was coming back. She'd give me a small thread of hope to cling to, pulling me close with her vague promises. And then she'd let go... leaving me with nothing but blank, empty pages.
— Dec 07, 2016 10:37AM
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Kym pulled on my sleeve, but I was suddenly aware of how twenty-some years ago, my father was Mitch, the hero who high-fived his teammates, while cheerleaders shouted his name in the background.
— Dec 07, 2016 09:21AM
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No, I never took down wallpaper, but that didn't stop me from taking the scraper, anyway. Working with Cracky was a bit of a challenge, since his butt crack was impossible to ignore, like how a moth is drawn to a bug zapper, but it didn't matter. As long as I was working.
— Dec 07, 2016 09:08AM
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My smile froze. Watching a movie with him may sound completely harmless, but what if he confused it as a date? Besides, that's how it started with my parents. For their first date, my father took Mom to a movie, cuddling in the dark and giving her his jacket when she got chilly. Five months later, she was pregnant.
I reached for Kym's bar stool, pushing it neatly under the counter. "Sorry Mitch. I can't go."
— Dec 07, 2016 09:08AM
I reached for Kym's bar stool, pushing it neatly under the counter. "Sorry Mitch. I can't go."
