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Noah sat cross-legged on the floor, his little hands smudged with crayon as he pointed at one of the paintings he’d made of Red.
His soft voice carried across the room, heartbreakingly innocent.
“You couldn’t even come to my birthday party, Mommy…” he whispered, pouting at the canvas like it could...
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