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swing we used to sit on in the evenings.
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swing we used to sit on in the evenings.

A smiling old lady sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
Kyle still lived there, still jobless, still “looking for something.”
I never questioned it nor spoke to him about it. I figured Grandma would tell me if something was wrong.
I trusted her. I trusted him less, but I thought… maybe he’d grown up. Maybe time continue reading …
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