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failure because Emily had cried and told me he needed a win. He gave a low chuckle and patted my shoulder.
“Come on, Maggie,” he said. “It’s for the best. You’d slow us down anyway.”
My grandson Lucas was staring at the floor, old enough at ten to know something cruel had happened but young enough not to know what courage required of him. Sophie, eight,continue reading …
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