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stepped forward and hugged me first.
Hard.
Her graduation gown rustled against my coat.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
I hugged her back.
“You did this.”
“I know,” she said, voice muffled against my shoulder. “But you held the door.”
I had to look away after that.
A week later, I received an email from my father.
Not a text.
An email.
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