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“If anyone asks,” Michael called to him, “your name is Alfred.”
“When you lose the remote control to your television, four percent of the time it ends up in the freezer!” Sloane blurted out loudly.
“Pretend for a moment,” Lia told her, “that we’re all very, very slow.”
“Don’t,” Judd told her sharply. “Don’t you ever apologize for being what you are.”
That’s my mommy, Laurel had said. But the woman in the picture was my mother, too.
