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https://i1.wp.com/contactprod.com/larrylau/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/house1.jpg?fit=400%2C300&ssl=1400300 One day my parents disposed of Stephen. He was my little brother, not quite two years old. We pulled up to the curb in our family car, stopping in front of a strange house. We were out in rural Oregon somewhere. It was quiet. A heavy, overcast day. Dad was in the … Continue reading ""