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bag, and left.
I stood at the door and watched him jog through the drizzle to Trevor’s car. He tossed his duffel in the back, climbed in, and never once looked back at the house.
By noon, Liam’s fever was over 103. By one-thirty, he had stopped wanting to be put down at all. By two, after he refused even a few ounces from his bottle and made a soft, continue reading …
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