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louder than the splashing water.
“They live here,” I said, sitting beside them on the warm brick. “This is their yard, just like it is ours.”
Grace sucked her thumb, her wide eyes moving from the high garden wall to the iron gate that led to the quiet street. “Grandmother Diane won’t come inside this gate, will she?”
The question hung in the warm air,continue reading …
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