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the back of his wrist. His touch was warm and steady, with no hesitation behind it.
“We should water them before the sun gets too high,” I said, looking at the galvanized bucket of water sitting by the porch steps.
“I will get the hose from the side of the house,” he said, rising slowly from the cardboard.
I watched him walk toward the outdoor spigot,continue reading …
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