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maybe I was doing alright.
Maybe Mom and Dad would have been proud.
When the ceremony ended, Mia grabbed my hand.
“Ice cream?”
I laughed.
“Ice cream.”
We started toward the exit.
That was when I noticed a man waiting near the gate.
He appeared to be in his sixties.
Gray suit.
Briefcase.
Professional demeanor.
As soon as he spotted me, he walked over.
“Excuse me.continue reading …
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