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down in Durham. He walked the rest of the way with a backpack and a picture of his granddaughter. Slept in a bus station for two nights. A man that age. A man who had already lost one.”
“When he sat down in our clubhouse,” Frank said, “he looked at me and he said four words. He said, ‘Please. Not another one.’”
Frank took a slow breath.continue reading …
