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who once danced barefoot in his mother’s yard during a summer blackout.
Then she looked away.
“I already told you.”
“No,” he said gently. “You told the room.”
Carmen crossed her arms. “There’s a difference.”
Marisol inhaled slowly. “I built a life too. It did not come easily. I married again. I worked. I lost. I made mistakes. But I survived.”
“We didn’t continue reading …
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