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but left enough room to become something permanent if no one was paying attention.
I brought it to my grandfather.
He read it slowly, his finger tracing each line.
Then he smiled.
Not warmly.
Not kindly.
Just knowingly.
“They think I won’t notice,” he said.
That night, he pulled out a folder I had never seen before.
It was thick, filled with documents, notes,continue reading …
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