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Serendipity is just as cruel as it is kind.
Fate.
Vera met her mother’s eyes then, compelling herself to bathe in the cold disdain there. It was the loveless regard of a landscaper eyeing a weed.
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Her mother’s approval settles over her like a jacket that’s just a little too thin for the weather.
Seeking the love of a parent.
Even back then, during all the long hours she spent in her bedroom with the door held shut by the weight of her mother’s contempt, the house hadn’t felt quite this empty.
The embodiment of a parent's anger.
It had been a friendship born of proximity and convenience, pushed along by their mothers. Neither of them would have picked the other one for a best friend, given the choice. Still, that friendship had lasted for years. It had defined her childhood.
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