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The Hidden Lines of the Family Land We Shared

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planted in the wet grass. He pulled his right hand out of his pocket, checked his gold watch, and slid it back.

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Beside him stood Deputy Miller, a man I had known since we were both children at Oakhaven High. The deputy looked uncomfortable, his arms crossed over his brown uniform jacket, his gaze fixed on the toe of his boot.

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