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it into the cup holder.
Caleb watched the snow.
At the stoplight near the Methodist church, he spoke.
“Did they already know I wasn’t supposed to come?”
I closed my eyes for one second.
The light turned green.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But it doesn’t matter.”
“It does.”
He said it without accusation.
That made it worse.
I pulled into the empty parking lot of continue reading …
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