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Sure enough, every thirty or forty seconds, the mower curved around.
Each time he looked toward the porch.
Each time she looked up from her book.
Each time they exchanged another little wave.
No words.
Just smiles.
Again.
And again.
It was one of the sweetest things I’d ever witnessed.
Not because it was dramatic.
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