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“After Emily got out the first time, she realized one child was still inside.” His voice shook. “That child was me.”
The laughter disappeared like it had never existed.
“The firefighters told her not to go back,” Scott continued. “The building was collapsing. But she ran in anyway. She found me and carried me out.”
“Emily didn’t lose her face saving three kids. She lost it saving me.”
A few parents lowered their heads.
Scott swallowed hard. “When my parents came to thank her, she asked them not to turn it into a story. She didn’t want me growing up thinking someone had been hurt because of me.”
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