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our entire lives had been built on a cruel deception.
I was seven years old the last time I saw my mother.
It seemed like a normal morning. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table braiding my twin sister Lily’s hair while I struggled to tie my shoelaces on the floor.
Before we got into the car, she kissed both of us on the forehead.
“I’ll pick you up after continue reading …
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