A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

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“We are moving the boxes tomorrow,” I said.

Mia ran back toward the steps, her laughter echoing against the side of the house as she reached for a falling bubble.

I reached out and pulled her close against my knee, her hair smelling of sunshine and dry grass.

The yellow butterfly was gone, but the grass was still warm under our feet.

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