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the crash, another rainy Thursday, I drove to the curve outside town for the first time since Liam died.
I brought flowers.
I picked it up and smiled through tears.
I stood there in the drizzle, looking at the guardrail, the road, the place where everything changed.
Then I saw something half-buried in the mud.
A small metal washer.
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