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from beneath his feet.
Grandpa lifted his cane, pointing it directly at them with the finality of a judge’s gavel.
“You tried to erase me. You tried to erase her. But the truth doesn’t bend to convenient narratives, no matter how much money you throw at it.”
As I stood there with that green handkerchief still clutched in my fist, I felt the shame of earlier continue reading …
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