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the south side the year Connor turned five. A plain little place with two bedrooms, a finished basement, and a yard that backed onto an alley where the neighborhood kids played hockey in winter and rode bikes in summer. Paul carried me over the threshold, laughing as I squealed at him to put me down before he hurt his back.

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