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It began as one of those ordinary Saturday afternoons that rarely leave a mark on memory. Richmond, Virginia was wrapped in late-summer heat. The kind that makes asphalt shimmer and slows everything down just enough to feel heavy. The grocery store parking lot was full but unremarkable — carts rolling lazily across faded white lines. Families unloading trunks, engines humming in the background. Nothing about that day suggested it would become one of the most…
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