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... led more.
He laughed now, too. Loudly. At things that were not clever, not profound, and not worth remembering. A grandchild tripping over her own feet, a poorly told joke, or the dog stealing bread from the table.
That alone told her more than any declaration ever could.
She watched from the doorway as he attempted to help one of the younger boys repair a loose shutter, only to make it worse, splintering the wood where it had not been broken before.
In the past, ...
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