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She sat by the window every day, waiting. The town had long stopped checking for survivors. But she believed, every sunset, that the sound of his boots would echo down the path. Tonight, the last letter in her trembling hand read, I'm coming home, Mom. Wait for me.
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gosu.eth🔵
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she waited by window, believed his boots, last letter read, I'm coming home, Mom
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