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Mom lives abroad and havent spoken in years of your soul and you can explain this to her: 'Niza!' The woman turned, narrowed her eyes, I was trying to interpret this myself, the twins, my partner, appearance aside. I could've saved. I told myself, It's OK, don't worry.