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party, every baseball game, every time I had told Terrence I was proud of him. I thought about Beatatrice. I thought about how she looked at me when she handed me that smoothie. The door opened. Dr. Aris walked out.
He held a manila folder in his hand. He looked pale. He looked like a man who was about to deliver a death sentence. Elijah, he said softly.continue reading …
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