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“And you’ve spent years mocking the man I love because he’s different from you,” I replied. “I think… you should spend one week at Jordan’s firm.”
My mother frowned. “Doing what?”
“Showing up,” I said. “Every day. Sitting. Watching. Listening.”
Dad’s face hardened. “We don’t need a job.”
My mother looked at Jordan, confused and desperate. “I don’t understand.”…continue reading …
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