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met Grandma Eleanor, but everyone said I looked exactly like her. Sometimes I wondered if that was why my mother couldn’t look at me without flinching.
“I’ll be there, Grace,” Grandpa continued. “Front row. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Thanks, Grandpa.” My voice cracked slightly. “That means everything.”
“And Grace, I have something for you. A continue reading …
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