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After lunch, my father asked if he could see the room I had made. I said yes.
He stood in the doorway of the reading room and looked around slowly.
“This is nice,” he said. “Real nice.”
Colleen appeared behind him.
“Oh, wow,” she said. “You made it into a grown-up dream room.”
“That’s one phrase for it,” I said.
She leaned against the frame.
“For what it’s continue reading …
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