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My boy is 15 minutes late, she thought beside the absorbed portrait in the middle of town. Better go meet up with him.

She looks just like I remember her! he thought. Hadn’t changed a bit. But the designer drug was wearing off bit by bit. One by one, the wrinkles began to appear on her face, under her eyes, alongside her chin. Yes: different. Mom but changed. The years have treated her well but they’re still years to live with. Barry realizes the duck will be gone too when he returns to his motel. It was *their* diner. They always met here under the gold tipped pyramid. To talk about life, where they were both heading, where they have been. His mother was always more like a best friend than a parent. She was only 17 years older than him. He felt like he could talk to her about anything. Including the duck.

“Mom,” he starts.

“Don’t,” she said, putting finger to lips and making a shh sound. “I know about the duck.”

(to be continued)

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