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He agreed to donate immediately.
I met him the day before the transplant. Tall, gentle, kind eyes. He brought flowers to Isabelle’s hospital room.
“I’m not trying to be her dad,” he said to me quietly while Isabelle slept. “Colin was her dad for eight years. That’s real, even though he made terrible choices. I’m just here. If she wants to know me, I’m continue reading …
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