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nuked from orbit. When Mom calls and asks why Dennis and I don’t talk anymore, I tell her to ask Dennis. She hasn’t yet. I don’t think she wants to know.
Last month, on Father’s Day, Marcus gave me a card. It wasn’t store-bought—he’d made it himself, which surprised me because he’s fourteen now and usually too cool for homemade cards.
On the front, he’d continue reading …
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