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stepped closer to his mother, his small hand reaching for her apron, anchoring her.
“And because it’s Christmas Eve,” Thomas added, softer, “and no one should be hungry.”
Lily tugged his sleeve. “Daddy,” she whispered, confused. “Are they… sad?”
Thomas crouched slightly, bringing his face closer to hers. “Sometimes people cry when they feel relieved,” continue reading …
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