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questions. By the time I was ten, I wanted details.
“Was he tired?” I would ask. “Was he driving too fast? Was someone else involved?”
Meredith would pause, just for a heartbeat, before giving the same answer she always gave.
“It was an accident, sweetheart. Just a terrible accident.”
I accepted her words because I had no reason not to. Adults didn’t lie continue reading …
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