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kept raking a moment, then stopped and looked at me with that dim, searching courtesy.
“No,” I said.
He nodded slowly. “I had two boys. David. Good boy, lives here in Kelowna.” A pause. “Had another son too. Robert. Bobby.”
“But he’s gone. Died eight years ago. Line of duty. He was RCMP, you know.continue reading …
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