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afternoon as we weeded the garden, dirt under our fingernails and the smell of fresh earth all around us.
She laughed and ruffled my hair, just like when I was little.
“You’ll do better than me, Calvin,” she said. “I believe in you.”
To make sure the restitution money came to stand for something new, not just a memory of betrayal, I suggested we enroll continue reading …
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