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His voice came out rusty, as though it had been locked in some hidden room inside him.
“It’s good,” he said.
Caleb covered his mouth with his hand.
The staff behind him froze.
Constance, stunned into honesty, said quietly, “A woman brought it to the gate this morning.”
Caleb looked at the emptying lunchbox, then at his son scraping the bottom with determination continue reading …
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