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laughed weakly, then got quiet again.
“Aunt Claire?”
“Yes?”
“If I get in somewhere far away, can I go?”
The question broke my heart.
Not because of what she asked.
Because of what she needed permission to want.
“Yes,” I said. “You can go.”
“What if she says I’m abandoning her?”
“Then she’ll be wrong.”
“What if Grandma cries?”
“Then Grandma cries.”
“What if Grandpa continue reading …
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