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a pole during her last round of chemotherapy. I’d never fixed it. Couldn’t bear to erase that last mark of her in the world.
My phone buzzed. A text from Maya: “Dad, Mrs. Peterson says there’s a video of you flying a helicopter??? Call me!!!”
I smiled. First time all day.
I called her.
“Dad!” She answered on the first ring. “Is it true? Did you really continue reading …
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