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leaned into me like she had been holding herself upright all day.
“I’m going to miss you,” she whispered.
“I’m going to miss you too.”
“Don’t get weird and buy a sports car.”
“I make no promises.”
“Don’t replace me with a dog.”
“What breed would offend you least?”
“A rescue mutt with anxiety.”
“Noted.”
She cried then.
So did I.
The next morning, we loaded my continue reading …
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