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necessary,â Liam said, very seriously. Then Richard put on some music. A swing song. The song crackled a bit from an old speaker, but it filled the apartment in a way that no pot of soup ever had. Claire held her hand out to me. ââMy dad used to dance with my mom in Central Park,â she said. âYou know that better than anyone.â ââI donât know how to continue reading âŚ
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