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something now that I hadn’t before.
It wasn’t about the amount.
It was about the moment.
It became a habit.
***
One afternoon, Mae sat across from me at the table, watching me write.
“You’re doing what Arthur did, aren’t you?”
“Trying to,” I said, looking up.
She smiled a little. “I think he’d like that.”
I smiled.
“I hope so.”
***
A week later, I drove out to continue reading …
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