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The Email

She sits with her eyes glued to the screen. The email still open on the desktop. Dam, she thinks as she flicks the ash off her cigarette.

Jason will be home soon. Her son is only eleven yeas old, but she relies on him as if he were one of her closest friends. She wants to let him be his own man, but she can not let him go. Not yet.

She now faces her wost fear.

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