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- Marcus pressed his face into my ribs, clinging so tightly it almost knocked the air from my lungs. His small body trembled violently, and I stroked his hair, trying to memorize the feel of him, trying to memorize everything, because I knew once I left, nothing would ever be the same.
- Across the driveway, Father stood with a sharp frown, arms crossed. Disapproval radiated from him like heat waves.
- Boys don’t cry.