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Determined, the girls approached Grandma, their mother already stood beside her with red eyes. “Grandma,” Abby said softly, showing the notebook. Grandma stared at the pages, sorrowful. “He said this day would come,” she said crying. “I loved him,” Grandma whispered. “But he went away. I thought it was for the best.”
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