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Mom? Yes? I saw the notice. It said Reed. Yes. Grandpa Reed? Yes. He was quiet for a long moment, then said, I wish I knew him better. I looked out Marian’s window at the fields turning gold in the evening light. He knew you, I said. He held you when you were a baby and said you had serious eyes. Dylan laughed softly. Sounds right. Then his voice continue reading …
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