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Micah arrived to find Hope in a clean school uniform, black shoes polished, reading aloud from one of the storybooks with grave concentration.
She got stuck on a long word and frowned. “Respon… respon….”
“Responsibility,” he supplied.
She looked up. “That’s a very annoying word.”
He smiled. “It is.”
Grace, sitting by the doorway with a blanket over her continue reading …
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