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a bike, to throw a baseball, to treat people with respect.
“Dad,” he said, and the relief in his voice was palpable. “Mom won’t come out of her room. Jolene is freaking out. What’s going on? What happened in court?”
“Let’s go inside, buddy,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Get your brother and sister. We need to sit down and talk about something continue reading …
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