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Helping hands

Abby took Bob’s hand. “It’s not pathetic,” she said. “It’s human.” Julia nodded. “We believe you. We’re sorry for how you were treated.” Bob blinked back emotion—it was the first kindness he’d felt in decades. “You’re our uncle,” Julia said. “We’ll help you,” Abby added. Something warm flickered in Bob’s tired eyes.
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