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When the song ended, Rowan lowered himself back into his chair, exhausted and completely out of breath, still smiling.
“Was it good enough?” he asked, his voice raw.
I knelt beside him and took his hand. “It was everything,” I told him.
My mother came over a few minutes later. Her voice was unsteady and her eyes were wet. She told me she had been wrong.continue reading …
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