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I came home from deployment three days early. My daughter wasn’t in her room. My wife said she was at her grandma’s, so I drove there. My daughter was in the backyard, standing in a hole and crying. “Grandma said bad girls sleep in graves,” she said. It was 2 AM and 40°F. I lifted her out, and she whispered, “Daddy, don’t look in the other hole…”
