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carrying a suitcase.
I assumed he had a work trip. He hadn’t mentioned one, but life with seven children moves quickly. Things slip through the cracks.
“Why do you have a suitcase?” I asked.
He set it down near the door slowly. He did not meet my eyes.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he said.
I let out a small laugh. The kind of laugh you give when the alternative continue reading …
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