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three brave little steps across summer grass into the arms of a grandmother who came when called.
Marcus wrapped his arm around me carefully, asking permission without words.
I leaned into him.
“Do you ever think about that day?” he asked quietly.
“The hospital?”
He nodded.
“Yes.”
“Me too.”
I waited.
He stared out at the yard. “I used to think the worst part continue reading …
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