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My legs felt far away.
Jackie’s face hovered over me.
“You’re okay,” she said. “Surgery went well. You’re in recovery.”
I tried to ask for my parents, but my voice cracked into air.
Then I noticed Clayton.
He stood at the foot of the bed with Dennis York beside him. Clayton looked older than he had at Grandma Betty’s funeral, but his eyes were the same:continue reading …
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