Debbie Roth

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He took a swig of beer and fixed his eyes on me, but he didn’t speak. He kept quiet for what felt like an eternity, and then he raised his glass. “Here’s to Bosse—he did a good day’s work today.” The corners of my mouth twitched so much that I couldn’t help but smile, and it almost felt like he was smiling back.
When the Cranes Fly South
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