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along his arm. “Then we do it together. Not alone.”
He looked over at me. “You would help?”
“I am your wife,” I said. “You are stuck with me.”
A real smile finally came through. “Good,” he said.
Learning Together
The next morning he rolled into the living room with the prosthetic legs on his lap and announced it was round two.
We worked together slowly, continue reading …
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