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A heartbreaking narrative
In the early dawn, under the soft glow of the porch light, the boys started talking. The story they told was not one Jane was expecting. They were not thieves or vandals. They were children, each carrying a burden heavier than their age. The story moved her in ways she hadn’t expected, and by the time the sun started to rise, she was brought to tears.
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