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There were things happening near that fence that the birthday child's parents had tried very hard to keep out of the afternoon, and I'd felt all of it, and it had made the cake taste like cardboard.
I didn't know how to explain that. I tried anyway.
My mother listened. She was good at listening — not in the way that felt like patience, but in the way that felt like she was taking notes. When I finished, she said: "That's what I call Resonance. The way you feel other people's emotional states before they surface."
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's yours," she said. "It's specific to you."
She didn't try to make it smaller than it was, or bigger. She said: it costs something, every time. She said:
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