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“Mom [...] who smiled the weak smile of a trapped drudge as we slid in past her, heading for the phone, filled with surliness and contempt and the resolve to never be like her.” — Margaret Atwood
Mom [...] who smiled the weak smile of a trapped drudge as we slid in past her, heading for the phone, filled with surliness and contempt and the resolve to never be like her.