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I held Ricki’s little hand as we neared the stadium. I wasn’t worried about my eight-year-old’s safety. At a Stanford football…
“I survived in the wild for 30 years, Allie. I don’t need you here.”
“It’s not that bad,” I lied.
“It’s not that bad,” I grimaced.