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Big enough to matter, small enough to be plausible.
I wrote the list and pinned it to my fridge with the flag magnet: Mom and Warren. Dad and Stephanie. Lisa and Paul. Jason. Aunt Martha. Aunt Heather. Cousin Ryan.
Ten people. Ten chances.
Charlotte watched me write and said quietly, “Promise me you won’t let whatever you learn turn you into someone continue reading …
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