My Mother, the Stranger
Briefly

I found Soph on an app.I met her at a red-lit wine bar in the West Village.She was exactly as pictured, except warmer, more aglow.Sheepish and charming, with a full laugh that I wanted to swallow for myself, she went in for a hug when I approached her.I already knew she was Australian.Over text, I made her swear to explain in-person how she'd ended up here.
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