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Shree
My nerves were on fire. Not metaphorically but literally. My skin, my scalp, my bones… everything from the top of my head to the tips of my toes was burning with a kind of rage that didn’t know where to sit.
I got Mom’s text at the garden pavilion right when the race was about to end, right when I was supposed to be celebrating with my girls.
Mom: Change of plans, honey. I’ll pick you up on Wednesday and it’s decided. Don’t make things hard for either of us.








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