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to settle into anything real.
After a moment he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out.
Small. Metal. Worn smooth at the edges by decades of handling.
My grandfather’s watch.
“I kept this after he died. Didn’t know what to do with it.”
He held it out.
“I think I do now.”
I took it carefully. The weight of it familiar even after all that time.continue reading …
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