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But they always got along so well. When I looked at my mom anxiously, the first thing I saw were tears rolling down her cheeks, and falling to the floor. Were they really getting divorced? Was my dad really not going to live with us anymore? Was he not going to wake me up by car...
But they always got along so well. When I looked at my mom anxiously, the first thing I saw were tears rolling down her cheeks, and falling to the floor. Were they really getting divorced? Was my dad really not going to live with us anymore? Was he not going to wake me up by car...