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After weeks of silence in my own home, the chatter of Luke and his parents was music to my ears. I kept up with the small talk without a single thought, laughing constantly without even having to try, moving along with the conversation as if I'd known the Callaways all my life. There was no television on in the background, no distraction to take away from the meal, despite the fact that we were eating fast-food pizza. It was strange, the silence of the home that was somehow filled by mere talking and nothing else. It made me feel oddly appreciated; I'd spent so much of my life thinking that I was an inconvenience, something to be seen and not heard, and now—suddenly—I was the center of attention. "So, Victoria, tell me more about yourself," Rick Callaway said, after a long sip of water.
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