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Laura. Their hands were clasped. Frank noticed because they had not arrived that way in years.
“Counseling,” Peter muttered when he saw Frank looking.
Frank nodded. “Good.”
“Don’t make a speech.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You had the face.”
Frank smiled.
The auditorium filled with folding chairs, winter coats, and murmuring families. On stage, beside the continue reading …
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