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need me steady.
If you’re reading this, I’m not there anymore. And I’m sorry. Not for dying. For all the years I was alive and didn’t say what I should have said.
The yard held its breath.
Your father told you, told everyone, that you were an accident. That he wanted a son. He said it so many times I think he believes it now, but I need you to know the continue reading …
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