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Camille walked into the kitchen and got paper plates out. She fixed her sibiling’s dinner and hesitated to grab her cell phone. Should she do it? Would her mom be upset?

She pressed SEND .

Ring.

Ring.

“Hello?”

“Mom?”

“Camille?! What the hell did I tell you about calling my cell phone? God girl, didn’t I raise you right?”

“But Mom…”

“I have to go girl,”

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