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box on the top shelf of my closet, next to Henry’s letters.
Eli knows the pieces are part of Grandpa Henry’s story. He doesn’t yet know all the sharp edges of it. He’s still young enough that I get to decide when he learns the rest, and I am in no hurry.
But someday, when he is old enough to hold the whole thing without it cutting him, I am going to continue reading …
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