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There was a certain way I’d walk her home, and even though it took me over an hour from my door to her door and back to mine again, I never mind..
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A story from my French-Canadian grandfather (Papa)
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My son once told me that he was afraid he would one day forget his Mother. She had been dead two years. He told me this a week before his ninth birthd..
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