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He took it seriously, tongue poking out in concentration, the same way I used to look when I was learning.
“Dad,” he said after a while, “do you miss them?”
I knew who he meant without asking. “Sometimes. But not enough to go back.”
He nodded like that made sense. “Me neither. I used to think I was bad at being a grandson. But I think maybe I was just continue reading …
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