Grave

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With my free hand, I tug on Knox’s sleeve like a child begging not to leave a toy store. “Please—” “Shut up,” he grits through his teeth, before walking over to his aunt.  Dropping down, he plants a kiss on her forehead. “Hi, Aunt Lenora.” 
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