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The chain link fence bit into Megan's fingers as she peered through it. The strains of "Pomp and Circumstance" wafted through the air as the procession of young faces filed onto the football field. She tried to find him, hoping to recognize his face somehow.
The years had gone by like a single day. Still vivid in her memory was the morning she'd been allowed her five minutes with her son before handing him over to the adoption agency. She could still feel his weight in her arms. She'd kept close track of him at first, but soon afterward she'd drifted in and out of alcohol, seedy towns, and bad relationships.
She'd never stopped thinking about him though. Only a month ago she'd had another dream: he was a teenager, graduating. She'd awakened feeling compelled to find him.
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