The Grant Children /// Short Story
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The world around them stopped in an instant. Every single one of their hearts had dropped. Mother, daughter, and son all ruined by a single phrase. The letter dated July 16th, 1951, stated, "John Grant was shot and killed in battle on July 15th, 1951." Time was still, it felt like nothing was real anymore. That day every single one of them lost a piece of themselves. Still tick tock went the clock and time moved on.
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