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in the grass, tracing his name with my fingers, and spoke to him for the first time in five years.
“I understand now,” I whispered. “I wish I didn’t. I wish you’d trusted me enough to let me choose. But I understand why you did it.”
The wind moved through the oak leaves above, and I chose to hear his voice in it.
“I’m going to use the money the way you continue reading …
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