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SEVENTY ONE-- THE NIGHT WE LEFT SCOTLAND

"Ruby" his voice came as a whisper instead. He was waddling on the floor in a bid to reach her ankles as a support or as a gesture of apology. Whichever it was, I could see it annoyed her.

Unapologetically and without casting him any glance, mom walked out of the room before he could get to her.

I w...