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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED

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RILEY

Hunter's report on pack school process improvement had been sitting in Grayson's file for three months when Jess mentioned it in the context of the curriculum redesign.

She said, in the Thursday meeting where we were reviewing the redesign timeline: "The monitoring protocol Hunter proposed has already been implemented and has caught two incidents before they required formal response. The early-intervention approach he described works."

I looked at Knox across the table.

"He's eight years
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Was Thomas the twins' Grandfather or Great Grandfather? Thomas was Riley's father, and Riley is the twins' mother, which should make Thomas heir Grandfather. But Knox keeps referring to Thomas as their Great Grandfather. Why?
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Was Thomas the twins' Grandfather or Great Grandfather? Thomas was Riley's father, but Knox keeps referring to
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