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“Dad!!!” He shouted, standing on his tiptoes and waving his arm at the man. “Stealthy,” I said. The man’s head turned, quickly, to look at us. He seemed to squint against the sun. “What if he doesn’t recognize me?” Ian asked. “I’m older and manlier now.” “That’s true.” I rolled my eyes. “Maybe yell, Dad, it’s me, Ian! ”
