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there. Sunburned cheeks. Muddy shoes. Laughing about a fish that got away.
But they never returned. And for a long while, life carried a quiet emptiness that no one but me could understand.
These days it is just me and Lily, who is thirteen now. She is tall and thoughtful and quieter than most girls her age. She is the kind of quiet that grows in a child continue reading …
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