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Not to anyone.
A few days later, I came home and found my mom back at the kitchen table with her notebook.
I smiled. “You keeping that as a trophy?”
She chuckled. “No.
Just a reminder.”
“Of what?”
“That I’m not as invisible as people think.”
We didn’t talk about Claire after that.
Occasionally, I’d see her across the street, dragging the trash bins or getting Lily into the car. She avoided eye contact. I didn’t blame her.
She looked like someone who’d finally realized the world saw through her pretty words and tight smile.
She said she wasn’t interested in 15 minutes of fame.
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