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in Dayton. But who wasn’t? His hair had thinned at the temples, and he had that contractor tan from spending years on roofs in Ohio summers. When he saw me earlier, he hugged me hard and said, “Glad you made it, Ry.” Then he got pulled away by the photographer.
That had been almost an hour ago. I didn’t blame him. Weddings were chaos. Everybody wanted continue reading …
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