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“
I
would
probably
have
gone
the
way
of
my
birth
mother
,
had
it
not
been
for
Mrs
.
Robinson
.
”
Oh
!
I
blink
at
him
.
Crack
addict
or
whore
?
Possibly
both
?
“
She
loved
me
in
a
way
I
found
…
acceptable
,
”
he
adds
with
a
shrug
.
What
the
hell
does
that
mean
?
“
Acceptable
?
”
I
whisper
.
“
Yes
.
”
He
stares
intently
at
me
.
“
She
distracted
me
from
the
destructive
path
I
found
myself
following
.
It
’
s
very
hard
to
grow
up
in
a
perfect
family
when
you
’
re
not
perfect
.
”
Oh
no
.
My
mouth
dries
as
I
digest
his
words
.
He
gazes
as
me
,
his
expression
unfathomable
.
He
’
s
not
going
to
tell
me
any
more
.
How
frustrating
.
Inside
,
I
’
m
reeling
—
he
sounds
so
full
of
self
-
loathing
.
And
Mrs
.
Robinson
loved
him
.
Holy
shit
…
does
she
still
?
I
feel
like
I
’
ve
been
kicked
in
the
stomach
.
“
Does
she
still
love
you
?
”
