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that sounded good if you didn’t think about it too hard.
My father turned toward Tom slowly. His face was gray.
“What?” he whispered.
Tom’s face drained of color. “Dad, I can explain.”
The presiding officer struck the table lightly. “No speaking from the gallery.”
My father sat back, but his eyes stayed locked on my brother. I watched the moment when belief continue reading …
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