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Friday Night

We waited in our tiny den, my mother and me, waiting for my father, the salesman, to come home after the week’s traveling. We hurried to the window as the headlights flashed across the glass, excited for the weekend to begin. He smiled as he entered, quietly looking forward to Monday morning.
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Aug 20, 2023
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#love#family#lies#betrayal#sadness
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