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Chapter 29

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Aiden Wilder

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The Wilder house always felt so much smaller after dark on New Year’s Eve. Not in a bad way of course with almost the entire family here, my cousins and siblings filling the room with music, laughter and clinking of champagne glasses. The smell of my aunts cooking brought a sense of nostalgia I desperately wanted to share with T.

My cousin Grayson tuning his guitar to play Christmas carols. Grayson signed with uncle Aaron’s company when he was ten and every year since he’d play
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