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in pencil. The soldiers were always clean, but he never said a word about them.
When I turned twenty-six, I expected to get another one in the mail. It didn’t come. That year, it was my mom who handed it to me at the hospital.
Her hands shook. Her eyes were red. “He wanted you to have this,” she said.
She just handed me the box and pressed her lips together,continue reading …
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