The Tender Bonds
I understood how my mother must have felt, how that fatal flaw had soaked up her life. How she was afraid we would both drown, she and I, in two fingers of amber liquid at the bottom of a glass. How she wanted to save us from that. And here I was, despite her best effort, drowning anyway
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