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“It’s my birthday,” the email said, “and my dad forgot me…”
The young man writing to me just turned 14 years old. We’re going to call him Mark.
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“It’s my birthday,” the email said, “and my dad forgot me…”
The young man writing to me just turned 14 years old. We’re going to call him Mark.