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side of the yard. Elias had gone very still beside me. His fork hovered for a moment and then he lowered it, set it on the plate, and looked at nothing in particular, his jaw tightened against whatever he was keeping inside.
I wanted to say everything. That my father didn’t know my son. That Elias had a 4.0 GPA and had scored in the ninety-ninth percentile continue reading …
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