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Mom Called ‘Skip New Year’s – Br…

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the sun set over Manhattan. My phone buzzed with end-of-year messages from colleagues, board members, investors, people who knew exactly who I was and what I’d built.

None of them were my family.

That night, I got another text from Marcus.

By the way, if anyone from the university asks, don’t mention Reed’s party. Don’t want people to know I’m hanging continue reading …

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