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I was weak, how they had become the line between who I had been and who I would never be again.
Then I looked outside.
The morning was bright.
The sidewalk was clear.
The air smelled like spring.
“No,” I said. “We’re walking.”
My father folded the paper. “Good.”
I placed Ethan in his stroller and tucked a blanket around him. He kicked once, as if approving continue reading …
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