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transfer, every piece of paper that made that beautiful day possible.
That afternoon I called a cab, excited and proud. The driver was a cheerful young man with Yankees air fresheners clipped to his vents. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror and smiled.
“You look fancy, ma’am. Big party?”
I smiled back. “My granddaughter’s happiest day.”
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