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the plan.
We stepped outside.
For the first few blocks, I moved slowly. My body was still healing. My life was still healing. But every step felt honest.
A woman passing with a golden retriever smiled into the stroller.
“He’s beautiful,” she said.
“Thank you,” I replied.
And I did not add anything else.
I did not explain.
I did not apologize.
I did not shrink.continue reading …
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