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porch as they were loading and said, “Grandma, is there anything you want help with?”
I looked at him.
“No, sweetheart,” I said. “I think I’ve got it from here.”
He nodded seriously and went back to carrying boxes.
And I stood in the front doorway with my coffee and watched them go.
My son came to find me when they were nearly done.
He stood on the porch continue reading …
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