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“Tyler, honey…”
“I know it sounds crazy. But Mom, I think I love her.”
Tyler was gone for three weeks.
He called me twice.
On the second call, his voice sounded raw.
“Mom, I can’t just leave her here.”
“What do you mean?”
“Her house is smaller than our garage. No running water. No electricity half the time.
She walks two miles to work in the dark every morning.”
He was crying. “I asked her to marry me.”
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