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... wallowed. My fingers had somehow curled into his shirt, holding on. It felt strange talking about my mom after so long — like opening a box I kept taped shut.
"She loved trying new recipes," I whispered, staring somewhere near his collar. "Even the ones she knew she was terrible at."
He chuckled softly, still holding me. "Sounds brave."
"She was," I smiled a little. "One year on my birthday, she made this Indian dish. It was so spicy we both cried while eating it."
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