I walk in at her prompting; she’d called my name over and over like the non-stop hum of the a/c. “Mamamamamama.” My entrance stops her mid-stream,and she exchanges chatter for grins. Her little brown…
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Dear Colin, I love you more than words can express. No matter what I love you. When you fight with Faith in the back seat, I love you then. When your apple falls from…