Upon seeing Michael walking in circles behind Calvin—harness in hand—in the small, beige waiting room, a man seated next to his daughter says, (referring to Calvin), "He must do twenty miles a day ... I'm breaking a sweat just watching him!"
"He gets it," I whispered to Michael who nodded in agreement. The room lit up with laughter. My nose stung and I'm sure I wasn't imagining Michael's moistening eyes.
"He gets it," I whispered to Michael who nodded in agreement. The room lit up with laughter. My nose stung and I'm sure I wasn't imagining Michael's moistening eyes.
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| Calvin doing his rounds at home |
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