"He's not coming, is he?" I asked, squeezing my mother's hand, the multi-colored party hat on my head slipping down.
My mother squeezed back, and without a word walked back inside the house.
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He's not coming...
"He's not coming, is he?" I asked, squeezing my mother's hand, the multi-colored party hat on my head slipping down.
My mother squeezed back, and without a word walked back inside the house.
