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“A part of me has been taken away. Stolen,” George told the reporter. “For what? Because you thought he was someone else.” The you referred to the shooter, but in some ways, though George didn’t say this—he didn’t have to—you could be referencing all of us. My son, he was trying to say, wasn’t who you think he was.
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