“You all probably know me as the grouch who lives on the south side of town.” There was a rumble of laughter through the air and I felt it bubble up inside me in answer. “But I’m more than that, apparently.” Everyone silenced again. It was clear no one knew what was happening—aside from Becca. Her shit-eating grin was so bright it could’ve blinded an entire country. “I’m a father,” Paxton swallowed again and I watched his throat bob, enthralled. “I’m a craftsman.” Another swallow. It was clear he didn’t like this, the talking to people bit, the attention. He was like one of those flowers that
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