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Submitted to Contest #219
I heard my mom’s footsteps enter the cold, stuffy room and my heart fluttered with joy. She sat down in the chair next to my bed and it creaked under her weight. It creaked under any weight. It wasn’t a very good chair. Her foot tapped over and over on the floor. She cleared her throat.“Good morning, bubba. Ready to finish the story?” she asked. Something in her voice sounded off. Like maybe her nose was stuffed or her throat was sore. I hoped she wasn’t getting sick. Her legendary chicken noodle soup was a universal cure-all, so if she was ...
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