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“Dad, were you always tall?” Charlie asked one day. Isaac fit a piece of sky into the puzzle with a smile. “What do you mean?” Marianne reached across the table for a mostly yellow piece. “I’ve never seen a baby as tall as him, so I doubt it.” “That’s not