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tears. “Grandpa, no.” “If Lisa wants to come back,” I said, before I lost my nerve entirely, “she doesn’t get to do it through packages left on a porch.” June narrowed her eyes at me. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying we invite her to Sunday dinner.” May’s mouth fell open. “Here? In this house?” “Yes.” Rose studied my face carefully. “Are you sure continue reading …
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