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It was time to leave again. These visits were wonderful in their joy and painful in the parting. I stood and took her small hands in mine. “I have to be going now. Gotta catch my plane or I’ll have to stay the night.” The little grey-haired woman used my hands to pull herself up. I saw a wicked little gleam sparkle in her eyes. She pulled my hands around her waist and shoulders, and dropped her arms around my neck. It was a tradition begun years ago.

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