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was doubt in his eyes.
Not because he didn’t believe me.
Because he wanted to.
Hope can be frightening when it has disappointed you before.
“Really?” he asked.
“Really.”
I started the car again.
We drove home.
Our house was a rented two-bedroom ranch on Cedar Lane with a cracked front step and a furnace that clanked like it was fighting for its life. Our Christmas continue reading …
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