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me, elbows on knees, hands clasped.
“They really don’t get it,” he said.
“No.”
“I’m sorry.”
I looked at him.
He stared at the creek. “I knew they favored me. Of course I knew. But I told myself it wasn’t my fault, which was true, but also convenient. I didn’t stand up for you. Not when I should have.”
“You were a kid.”
“Not always.”
That was fair.
He picked continue reading …
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