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it was almost theatrical.
Owen’s feet kicked the back of William’s seat in frantic little taps, as if he could kick his way out of what was coming.
“I’ll be good,” Owen pleaded. “I promise I’ll be so good. I won’t cry, I won’t… I won’t do anything. Please don’t leave me at Grandma’s.”
William glanced in the rearview mirror.
Owen’s face was crumpled and continue reading …
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