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Jacob’s name on the heel in careful stitching. The taped ones sat beside them, holding their shape, still exactly what they had always been.
I turned off the light and stood in the doorway for a moment before I went.
“Mom?” Andrew said, from the dark.
“Yeah.”
“I think Dad would be okay with me wearing the new ones.”
“I think so too,” I said.
A pause. Then:continue reading …
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