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He used seams, pockets, and faded fabric in ways I never could have imagined. It looked deliberate. Stylish. Real.
I brushed my fingers over one panel and whispered, “You made this.” That night, I went to bed feeling prouder than I had in a long time.

The next morning, Carla noticed it hanging on my door.
She stopped walking. Then she stepped closer.
“Please continue reading …
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