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“And you went back to her when you got out? You went to live with her? Guess that’s why you never came for me.” El nods. “Where else was I supposed to go? I was eighteen and pregnant.” “Yeah, I guess you were,” Ruth says. “But you haven’t been eighteen for a long time now.”
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