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of our history were meticulously preserved behind custom framing glass. Beside it hung a framed photograph of Eddie, my late husband. He was standing proudly outside P.S. 117 on my very first day of work. He had driven me there in our rusting, beat-up Dodge, kissed me softly on the cheek, and said, “Rosie, you’re gonna feed a lot of kids today.”
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