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A Brave New Girl

Days filled with anxiety passed as Tyson, and I worried what would happen to our friend, Walter. Cordelia hadn’t had any luck finding relatives or friends who knew more about Walter than we did, and neither had Cecelia. We were all frantically searching for something, anything that would save Walter from life in assisted living or an institution.

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