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son with the zipper scar down the middle of his chest.
I read that and something went from cold to briefly, completely hot.
Then I set the phone down.
I helped Ethan drink his juice. I read him a story about a dragon who lost his fire. I sat with him until he fell asleep.
At ten thirty that night, I opened a new text message. I added all three of them.continue reading …
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