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you in the courtyard, kneeling beside the fountain where fallen jacaranda petals float on the water.
He stands a respectful distance away.
“May I join you?”
“You may.”
He sits on the stone bench.
For a while, neither of you speaks.
Then he says, “I owe you an apology.”
You turn.
“For what?”
“My family was part of what happened to yours.”
“You were not.”
“I inherited continue reading …
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