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stick-figure coworkers around a grill. No grandparents.
“We had to draw who we eat with the most,” he explained. “Maybe I’ll add more people later. Only the nice ones.”
That night, a text came from a cousin I barely knew. “Dad’s in the hospital. You should call Nate.”
I stirred the chili Noah and I were making. “Everything okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. We’re continue reading …
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