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... at the old master sitting on the sofa, hesitating to speak.
"Abigail, what are you bustling about in and out all the time?"
The old master shifted his gaze from the military channel on TV, his hands propped on a redwood cane in front of him.
The octogenarian’s face was ruddy, and he spoke with more vigor than younger people.
"Dad."
Abigail called out, stopping her chore, and walked over with a smile.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Sug ...
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