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the house crying, not understanding why they had to leave the paradise where they had been playing.
A boy of about eight came up to me with confused, red eyes.
“Ma’am, why are you kicking us out? We didn’t do anything wrong.”
My heart broke a little.
“I’m not asking you to leave because you did something wrong,” I explained gently. “I’m asking you to leave continue reading …
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