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too hard.
“He kept saying, ‘My mom knows I don’t lie,’” Sarah said. “But Ms. Bell said sometimes good kids still disappoint their mothers.”
My fingers tightened around the paper.
My son had died thinking I might believe he was bad.
“My mom knows I don’t lie.”
“Then what happened?” I whispered.
Sarah pressed her little fist to the middle of her chest.
“He continue reading …
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