Designer sneakers.
Things.
Always things.
Never time.
Never presence.
Never love.
Mateo noticed.
Children always do.
One evening when he was nine, he sat beside me on the couch while I balanced bills.
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Designer sneakers.
Things.
Always things.
Never time.
Never presence.
Never love.
Mateo noticed.
Children always do.
One evening when he was nine, he sat beside me on the couch while I balanced bills.
« Mama? »
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