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Mother

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Mother

Oct 21, 2022
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Mother

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“It’s another woman,” says my mother. She blows out a stream of cigarette smoke and taps her acrylic nails against the table. “He’s such a bastard.”

The outdoor cafe where we’re having lunch pretends to be a garden. It also pretends to be French. I hate the food here, but Mother always insists on eating “someplace dece…

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