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he did not insult my son. That was one of the first things I appreciated.
The Last Time I Saw My First Love Was on My 17th Birthday – Thirty Years Later, a Woman Who Looked Exactly like Her Walked Into My Yard
Tom was waiting in the lobby when I arrived. His smile was the same. Warm without being foolish. He crossed the lobby and hugged me. Properly. Like he was not afraid I might break.
