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the walls, and I thought about my father. He had served before I was born. He knew what it meant to stand by your people. And yet somehow here I was, treated like unclaimed luggage at his own funeral.
When my mother finally appeared in the doorway, she didn’t look at me. She just pulled her sweater tighter.
“Megan didn’t mean it. She’s under a lot of continue reading …
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