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Chapter Six: The Man Behind the Daisies

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Anastasia Greene Johnson

It was far too early in the morning to be sweeping shards of a vase off the floor. But apparently, that argument held no weight with my son.

It was the third thing he’d managed to break since last week with that remote-controlled airplane he was attempting to build—and still couldn’t quite get right. And apparently, giving up simply wasn’t in his vocabulary, no matter how many times I’d asked him to since last week.

Raising a stubborn little human had never felt h
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