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15

DECLAN

THE DAYS after my arrival at home, I slept a lot.

More than I’d like.

I moved from the sofa to the bed and back again, trudging like a zombie from one to another.

As I pulled my best Walking Dead impression, an impression that would usually impress only my bonsai tree unless Ma barged her way in with Da at her back blustering over how I made her worry, and a few of my brothers trickling in through the day to make sure I was on the mend, they were there.

Constantly.

Maybe it was stupid of me not to anticipate that, but it came as a severe shock.

What stunned the hell out of me even more?

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