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breath. His fists were clenched, knuckles pale, like he was forcing himself to be brave.
“Jordan?” My own voice came out like a whisper I didn’t recognize. “Was that… you?”
He stepped closer, swallowed hard, and said it again—more firmly this time, like he knew I needed to hear it twice to believe it was real.
“Grandma, please. Don’t drink that tea. Mama continue reading …
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