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and the expression of a man trying not to sob in public. He held Nora like she was made of moonlight.
“Hi,” he whispered. “I’m your Uncle Kyle. I’m much cooler now than I used to be.”
Melissa laughed weakly from the bed. “Debatable.”
He looked at me over Nora’s tiny head. “She’s going to know, right?”
“Know what?”
“That she doesn’t have to earn it.”
I nodded.continue reading …
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