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He’ll Never Let Go

I love how she holds onto me—her little hand grasping my finger or my clothes, as tightly as possible. She holds on as if her very life depends on it.  Sometimes as she drifts into her deepest sleep, she’ll let go. She’ll release my gown or my shirt or my finger, her...

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