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“Guarding the hallway like a tiny Secret Service agent.”
She laughed softly. “He’s going to be okay.”
I watched the warm light in my children’s windows.
“Yes,” I said. “He is.”
For a long time, I thought survival meant outrunning the people who hurt you. Then I thought justice meant watching them punished. Both were true, but incomplete.
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