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Sixty-Two

She gestures to the fruit salad, the doritos, the beer on the coffee table. My sister has been drinking since she hit her Teens. My father always thought it was me. My mother always took the hit for it. Clara loathed them more.

"You mean this mess? I know how much you hate it. I'll clean up, promise...

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