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book down.
“That’s the problem with you.”
“I want to do it,” I said.
Gloria’s eyes filled, but she blinked hard and refused to let a single tear fall.
“Then yes?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
She squeezed my hand so tightly I could feel every one of her thin, papery fingers. Beside the bed, that old bag sat where it always had, right beneath her palm.
“I want to continue reading …
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