Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

out from behind Sarah’s skirt, his small hand pulling at the neck of his faded green shirt as he watched his stepfather.

“I brought something for you too, buddy,” Donald said, reaching into his pocket.

He pulled out a brand-new leather baseball glove, the leather smelling of fresh dye and oil in the cold morning air.

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