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If I mess up, you don’t have to make me feel better about it.”
His mouth trembled.
“I don’t want you to lose your family because of me.”
I put my hands on his shoulders.
“Any family I can lose by protecting you was never safe for us.”
He cried again then.
And this time, I did too.
The next day, December 26, dawned bright and bitterly cold.
The roads had been continue reading …
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