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and for just a second I could have sworn I saw relief wash across his small face.
“Well,” I said aloud, mostly to fill the silence, “how about we make this a good week, you and me?”
He didn’t respond, of course. He never did. But he reached for my hand with his small fingers, and we walked back inside together.
We spent the morning in the living room—me continue reading …
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