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stepped into the porch light, I saw her face.
I didn’t know her.
But something about her mouth made my stomach twist.
She crouched near the roses.
“Okay, Ollie,” she whispered, tucking the blanket around him. “Just a little longer. She’s kind. I promise. I’ve been watching her from my car. She loves her roses, and she stops and waves at all the kids.”
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