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me a fragile doll, and the times my mother smoothed her linen skirt and told me to stop complaining about my posture.
“They spent the money on him,” I said.
“They used your broken back to pay for his school,” Caroline said, her voice flat and steady.
“They let me heal crooked so they could keep the cash,” I said.
Susan set her coffee cup down on the windowsill,continue reading …
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