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his voice full of wonder. “I can hear the receptionist typing in the other room. I can hear…” He looked at me, and his eyes filled with tears. “Charles? Say something. Anything.”
“Hi, Grandpa,” I said, my own voice thick with emotion. “Welcome back.”
He laughed—a genuine, full, raspy laugh that I remembered from my childhood. “You have such a deep voice continue reading …
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