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out the boxes of books and winter clothes I’d been storing there. It was plain, just a bed and a dresser and a window that looked out onto the backyard. Not much, but it was clean and safe and his.
“This is your room,” I told him. “We can decorate it however you want. Paint the walls, get new curtains, put up posters—whatever you’d like.”
He stood in continue reading …
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