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at 7:00, his smile too bright for the early hour.
“So, Dad, Miami. What do you say?”
“I’ll go,” I told him, watching his face.
Relief flooded his features, followed by something else I couldn’t quite identify.
Satisfaction.
Anticipation.
“Great. That’s… that’s wonderful.”
He gripped the doorframe.
“You won’t regret it.”
Edith appeared behind him, her nod almost continue reading …
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