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... ure untouched. His elbows rested on the polished wood as he leaned back in his chair, silently staring at the old framed photograph that sat beside his laptop.
It was a simple photo—faded slightly at the edges but still clear enough to bring back every memory it captured. He gently picked it up with one hand, brushing off a thin layer of dust from the glass with his thumb.
They were all smiling in the picture. Their mom, in a bright floral dress with her hair pulled back in a nea ...
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