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the school.
The Mother’s Day display was still in the hallway: paper flowers, crooked cards, painted hearts, and one blank space near the middle.
I knew it was Randy’s.
Ms. Bell came out when she saw us. Her face changed when she spotted the backpack.
“Sarah,” she said softly. “Where did you get that?”
I drove to the school.
“Randy gave it to me,” Sarah continue reading …
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