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Officer Grant met us near the front desk.
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Officer Grant met us near the front desk.
“We’re just here to make sure she’s okay,” he said. “She’s awake, but she’s weak. Don’t tire her out. She kept asking if the boy next door had gotten her letter.”
Ethan nodded, clutching his letter so tightly, the paper had bent at the corners.
When we walked into the room, I finally saw her. I hadn’t recognized continue reading …
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