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Jack’s wrist.
The grip was weak now. Once, it had been iron.
“When I’m gone, she’s got nobody. My aunt treats her like a stain on the family. Her cousins are worse.” He swallowed hard. “She’s good, Jack. The only good one in that whole family. The only one who visited me here. The only one who sat in this room and didn’t look at me like I was already continue reading …
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