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one normal adult.
Me: Brooke is normal.
Savannah: I need two.
So I went.
Tyler and Brooke lived in a modest two-story house in Aurora with fingerprints on the walls, Legos under the couch, and the warm chaos of people who actually lived where they said they lived.
When I arrived, Tyler’s youngest nephew—my nephew, I reminded myself—ran toward me wearing continue reading …
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