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bouquet on the floor. “Because it was never your job to carry my pain, Meghan,” he whispered, a fresh tear tracking down his bruised cheek. “It was never your job to fix what she broke. My job as your father was to act as a shield, to protect you from the ugliness of the world so you could grow up with a whole heart. I even tried to do it today, from continue reading …
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