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Not his handwriting
When Julia opened the front flap, she knew the notebook wasn’t her grandfather’s—his scribbly handwriting was hard to read, but this was smooth, rounded, and steady. The book seemed old, like it had been long in someone’s possession. Skimming through it, she reached the centerfold when suddenly a photo fell out. Julia sighed when she saw what was on it.
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