On Monday morning, my son Frankie called me from the school nurse’s office.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, can you bring me a clean shirt?\u201d<\/p>\n
I was halfway through a work meeting when I heard the tremble in his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened, buddy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy nose started bleeding again. There’s blood all over my shirt.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my laptop.<\/p>\n
Frankie had been having these nosebleeds for weeks. They seemed to come without warning, sometimes lasting only a few minutes, other times leaving him pale and exhausted.<\/p>\n
I’d taken him to his pediatrician, who recommended further evaluation if they continued. But I knew the nosebleeds weren’t the only thing troubling him.<\/p>\n
Six months earlier, Frankie had been on the beach with his mother, Laura, and his stepfather, Mark, when Mark suffered a fatal heart attack in the water.<\/p>\n
Frankie had tried to help. By the time he managed to pull Mark’s body toward the shore, the emergency responders couldn’t save him.<\/p>\n
My son was only eleven.<\/p>\n
Since that day, he’d struggled with nightmares, sudden anxiety, and moments when he seemed to disappear into his own thoughts. Starting middle school had made everything harder. His body was changing, his emotions were unpredictable, and his relationship with Laura had become strained as they both tried to cope with their grief.<\/p>\n
I was his father, but I couldn’t always tell what he was keeping inside.<\/p>\n
That Monday, I drove to school with a clean shirt and found Frankie sitting in the nurse’s office, his face pale and his eyes red.<\/p>\n
The nurse had helped him clean up, and the bleeding had stopped.<\/p>\n
I crouched beside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want me to take you home?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have dodgeball today.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou’ve just had another nosebleed, and you’re worried about dodgeball?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don’t want everyone thinking I’m weird.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart ached.<\/p>\n
\u201cHaving a nosebleed doesn’t make you weird, Frankie. And you don’t have to prove anything to anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, Dad. I just want to stay.\u201d<\/p>\n
I checked with the nurse, made sure he felt well enough to return to class, and left my number in case anything changed.<\/p>\n
Before I walked out, Frankie caught my sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you not tell Mom? She’ll worry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m not going to hide important health information from her, buddy. But I’ll talk to her calmly. You don’t have to handle everything by yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded, though he didn’t look convinced.<\/p>\n
I returned to work believing the rest of the day would be ordinary.<\/p>\n
Then Tuesday morning, an email arrived from Frankie’s teacher, Mrs. S.<\/p>\n
It stated that Frankie had been assigned detention for leaving class without a hall pass.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
The message said he had left the classroom without permission and failed to return when instructed.<\/p>\n
I called the school.<\/p>\n
Mrs. S answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m calling about Frankie’s detention,\u201d I said. \u201cHe had a severe nosebleed on Monday and went to the nurse. I brought him a clean shirt.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrankie wasn’t in my class on Monday,\u201d she replied.<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat’s not possible. He was at school. He called me from the nurse’s office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn’t present when I took attendance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid anyone tell you he was at the nurse’s office?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don’t know anything about that. All I know is that he wasn’t in class.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you’re giving him detention for leaving a class he may not even have reached?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was marked absent, and I was told he left another class without permission.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho told you that?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat’s what I’m trying to establish.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. S, I need to understand what happened to my son. He had a nosebleed serious enough to cover his shirt in blood. He was dealing with a medical issue, and now you’re telling me he wasn’t in your classroom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand your concern,\u201d she said, sounding increasingly defensive. \u201cBut students are expected to follow school procedures.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course they are. But before you punish him, shouldn’t someone find out where he was and whether he was getting medical help?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then she said something that made my blood run cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Carter, Frankie wasn’t just absent from my class. According to the report I received, he was seen leaving the nurse’s office and going somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. When staff tried to locate him, nobody could tell us where he was.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat perfectly still.<\/p>\n
Frankie had called me from the nurse’s office. I’d spoken to the nurse myself. I’d brought him a shirt and watched him return to school.<\/p>\n
Yet now the school was suggesting he had disappeared from supervision.<\/p>\n
I lowered my voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho filed that report?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can’t discuss another staff member’s report over the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I want a meeting with the principal. Today.\u201d<\/p>\n
After I hung up, I called Frankie.<\/p>\n
He answered quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBuddy, I need you to tell me exactly what happened yesterday after I left the nurse’s office.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn’t answer immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrankie?\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice dropped to a whisper.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, I didn’t do anything wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe you. But I need to understand what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took a shaky breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you come get me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I was already reaching for my keys.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m on my way.\u201d<\/p>\n
When I arrived at school, Frankie was sitting outside the principal’s office with his backpack between his feet.<\/p>\n
He looked smaller than I remembered him looking the day before.<\/p>\n
His shoulders were hunched, his eyes fixed on the floor, and his hands were twisting the strap of his backpack until his knuckles turned white.<\/p>\n
I sat beside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, buddy.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked up, and the moment he saw me, his face crumpled.<\/p>\n
I put my arm around him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou’re not in trouble with me. I just need to know what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter you left, I went back toward class. But I started feeling dizzy, and my nose started bleeding again.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI went back to the nurse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you have permission?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn’t think I needed to ask again. I just needed help.\u201d<\/p>\n
I squeezed his shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay. What happened next?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at his shoes.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. S saw me in the hallway. She told me I was skipping class and that I needed to get back immediately. I told her I was bleeding, but she said I’d already been to the nurse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she see the blood?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said I was making excuses.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt anger rising, but I kept my voice calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI went to the nurse anyway. She helped me stop the bleeding, but when I came out, the hallway was empty. I went toward the office because I didn’t know where I was supposed to go.\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen a staff member told me I had to go back to class. I tried to explain, but nobody listened. I got scared, Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cScared of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat everyone thought I was lying. I didn’t want to tell them about Mark. I didn’t want them to think I was crazy or trying to get attention.\u201d<\/p>\n
My anger gave way to something heavier.<\/p>\n
Frankie had spent months trying to hide how much he was struggling. He had watched a man die in the water, tried to help save him, and then returned to a world where people expected him to behave as though nothing had happened.<\/p>\n
He was eleven.<\/p>\n
He shouldn’t have had to find the right words to convince adults that he needed help.<\/p>\n
Before I could respond, the principal opened the office door.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Carter? Frankie? Please come in.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside, Mrs. S sat beside the assistant principal. The school nurse was also there, holding a folder.<\/p>\n
The principal introduced himself as Mr. Bennett.<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand there’s been a disagreement about Frankie’s attendance and a disciplinary referral,\u201d he said. \u201cLet’s review the records before we make any decisions.\u201d<\/p>\n
I appreciated that he didn’t immediately defend the school.<\/p>\n
The nurse opened her folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrankie came to my office on Monday morning with a nosebleed,\u201d she explained. \u201cHis shirt was heavily stained, and I treated him. His father brought a clean shirt shortly afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at Frankie.<\/p>\n
\u201cLater, he returned with another nosebleed. I documented that visit, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. S shifted in her chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn’t aware he’d returned to the nurse.\u201d<\/p>\n
The nurse turned a page.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe second visit is recorded here, with the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
The assistant principal checked the attendance system.<\/p>\n
Then he frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are two separate entries showing Frankie absent from class. But neither entry was updated after the nurse’s office confirmed he was receiving care.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Bennett looked at Mrs. S.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho submitted the report saying Frankie had left the nurse’s office and gone somewhere unauthorized?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. S hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cI received a message from another staff member who said he’d seen Frankie in the hallway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid that person confirm that Frankie had been medically cleared to return to class?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid anyone contact the nurse?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. S looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The principal took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we have a problem with our procedure. A student reporting a medical issue should be directed to the nurse or office, and staff should verify the situation before issuing discipline.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe’re going to suspend the detention referral while we review what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat’s a start. But I need to know why my son was treated like a liar when he was asking for medical help.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Bennett agreed to investigate the staff reports and review the school’s communication procedures.<\/p>\n
Then the nurse asked if she could speak with me privately about Frankie’s recurring nosebleeds.<\/p>\n
I followed her into the adjoining room.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m concerned about how often this is happening,\u201d she said. \u201cStress can affect how a child feels, but recurrent nosebleeds shouldn’t automatically be attributed to stress or trauma. He needs a medical follow-up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI’ve been trying to arrange that,\u201d I replied. \u201cHis pediatrician knows, but I don’t want us to miss anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat’s the right approach. And I think he would benefit from support at school, too. He’s been dealing with a lot.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She lowered her voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe mentioned Mark today.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked whether people can die even when someone tries to save them.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
I knew Frankie still carried the memory of pulling Mark from the waves. He rarely spoke about it, but I could see it in the way he froze whenever someone mentioned the ocean.<\/p>\n
The nurse continued gently.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him that what happened wasn’t his fault. I think he needs to hear that from the adults around him, repeatedly, until he can believe it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I returned to the principal’s office.<\/p>\n
Frankie was sitting quietly beside the door.<\/p>\n
I crouched in front of him.<\/p>\n
\u201cBuddy, listen to me. You did the right thing by asking for help. You are not in trouble for having a nosebleed.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Mrs. S said I was making excuses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. And the school is going to look into that. But you don’t have to prove you’re hurt enough to deserve help.\u201d<\/p>\n
He began to cry.<\/p>\n
I held him while he let it out.<\/p>\n
For the first time in months, he wasn’t trying to hide his tears.<\/p>\n
That afternoon, I took Frankie to his pediatrician.<\/p>\n
The doctor reviewed his history, asked about the frequency and duration of the nosebleeds, and examined him. She explained that common causes could include irritation, dryness, or inflammation, but that the recurring episodes deserved further evaluation. She gave us instructions for managing future nosebleeds and arranged a follow-up with an ear, nose, and throat specialist.<\/p>\n
Then she asked Frankie how he had been sleeping.<\/p>\n
He shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn’t push him to answer immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes, after something frightening happens, our bodies and minds keep reacting even when we’re no longer in danger,\u201d she told him. \u201cYou don’t have to talk about everything today. But you deserve help if you’re struggling.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frankie stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cI keep seeing Mark in the water.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
The doctor pulled her chair closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds frightening. And I want you to know something important: you were a child who tried to help someone you loved. You were not responsible for what happened to Mark.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frankie began crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should’ve pulled him out faster.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrankie, you were eleven. You did everything you could. You didn’t cause his heart attack, and you couldn’t control what happened afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head, tears running down his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom cries when she sees his pictures. So I don’t tell her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I realized then how much my son had been carrying alone.<\/p>\n
He was trying to protect his mother from his grief while hiding his own fear. He was navigating a new school, puberty, and the confusion of watching the adults around him struggle with the same loss.<\/p>\n
He had decided that his feelings were one more problem he needed to manage by himself.<\/p>\n
The doctor recommended that we arrange support with a child therapist experienced in grief and traumatic experiences. I agreed immediately.<\/p>\n
On the drive home, Frankie sat quietly in the passenger seat.<\/p>\n
After a while, he spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, buddy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you mad at the school?\u201d<\/p>\n
I considered the question.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m upset that they didn’t check the facts before blaming you. But I’m going to work with them to make sure it doesn’t happen again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you mad at Mrs. S?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m going to hold her and the school accountable for what happened. But you don’t need to worry about managing my feelings, okay? That’s my job.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
Then he asked the question that broke my heart.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I still go to dodgeball tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf your doctor says you’re well enough, and you feel up to it, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave me a small smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time that week, he looked like a boy who wanted to be eleven.<\/p>\n
Not a child trying to be brave enough for everyone else.<\/p>\n
The school investigation took several days.<\/p>\n
Mr. Bennett reviewed the nurse’s records, the attendance system, and the reports submitted by staff. He also spoke with the people who had encountered Frankie in the hallway.<\/p>\n
The findings were straightforward.<\/p>\n
Frankie had gone to the nurse’s office for a documented medical issue. When he returned to the hallway, staff members had made assumptions about why he was outside the classroom. Nobody had verified his second visit to the nurse before the disciplinary referral was submitted.<\/p>\n
Mrs. S had received incomplete information and treated it as fact.<\/p>\n
The detention was formally withdrawn.<\/p>\n
Mr. Bennett called me to explain the findings and apologize.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe should have checked the medical records before assigning a consequence,\u201d he said. \u201cFrankie should not have been placed in the position of having to defend himself while he was unwell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for acknowledging that,\u201d I replied. \u201cBut I want to know what will change.\u201d<\/p>\n
He explained that the school would clarify how staff should respond when students report medical concerns, improve communication between the nurse’s office and classroom teachers, and require verification before discipline was issued for an incident involving a medical visit.<\/p>\n
He also arranged for Frankie to meet with a school counselor, with our permission, and asked his teachers to provide a discreet way for him to request help if he became overwhelmed.<\/p>\n
I agreed to the support, but I made one thing clear.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease don’t single him out in front of other students. He already worries that everyone thinks he’s different.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Bennett promised that staff would handle the matter privately.<\/p>\n
Mrs. S later requested a meeting with us.<\/p>\n
She looked uncomfortable as she sat across from Frankie and me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI owe you an apology,\u201d she said to him. \u201cI saw you in the hallway and assumed you were avoiding class. I should have checked with the nurse before deciding what had happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frankie stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said I was making excuses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did, and I shouldn’t have. I didn’t have all the information, and I made a judgment before understanding the situation.\u201d<\/p>\n
She paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frankie didn’t immediately accept the apology. He looked at me, then back at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you going to believe me next time?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. S swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI will listen, and I’ll check the facts before making a decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded, but I could tell that trust wouldn’t return instantly.<\/p>\n
That was okay.<\/p>\n
An apology was a beginning, not a demand that he forget how he had been treated.<\/p>\n
Over the following weeks, things slowly improved.<\/p>\n
Frankie’s medical follow-up helped us establish a plan for managing his nosebleeds, and we continued monitoring them with his healthcare team. The episodes became less frequent after we followed the recommended care, although we remained alert to any recurrence.<\/p>\n
He also began seeing a therapist.<\/p>\n
At first, he barely spoke. He sat with his hands tucked into his sleeves and answered most questions with a shrug.<\/p>\n
But his therapist was patient.<\/p>\n
She helped him talk about Mark’s death without making him feel responsible for it. She taught him ways to manage the frightening memories that sometimes returned without warning.<\/p>\n
One evening, I found him sitting at the kitchen table drawing pictures.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you working on?\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned the paper around.<\/p>\n
It was a picture of the beach.<\/p>\n
For a moment, my heart sank.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed something different.<\/p>\n
He had drawn himself and Mark standing beside a sandcastle, both smiling. The waves were far behind them.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat’s nice, buddy.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked down at the drawing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to remember something good.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat beside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat’s a wonderful idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
He leaned against my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cI still miss him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes I get angry because he died, and then I feel bad because Mom misses him, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wrapped my arm around him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can miss him and feel angry. You can be sad and still have good days. You don’t have to choose just one feeling.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was quiet for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m glad you came to get me from school.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kissed the top of his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlways.\u201d<\/p>\n
A few weeks later, Laura and I met with Frankie’s therapist to discuss how we could support him together. Our relationship had been strained since Mark’s death, and we had sometimes disagreed about how much Frankie should talk about what happened.<\/p>\n
But we agreed on one thing: he needed to know that he wasn’t responsible for keeping either of us emotionally safe.<\/p>\n
We began communicating more consistently about his health, school, and therapy. We also made time for him to remember Mark without turning every conversation into a painful event.<\/p>\n
Slowly, Frankie began to open up.<\/p>\n
He started inviting friends over again. He talked about his classes without immediately assuming he was in trouble. And when he felt overwhelmed, he began telling us rather than pretending everything was fine.<\/p>\n
One Friday afternoon, I picked him up from school and found him smiling as he climbed into the car.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow was your day?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAny problems?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. S let me help with the science experiment.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cSounds like a good day.\u201d<\/p>\n
He buckled his seat belt, then looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m glad you believed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the steering wheel for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrankie, you shouldn’t have had to convince me that you needed help. I’m your dad. It’s my job to listen.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled and turned toward the window.<\/p>\n
I drove us home, thinking about the phone call that had started it all.<\/p>\n
A nosebleed. A missed class. A detention email.<\/p>\n
It would have been easy to treat the whole thing as a minor school misunderstanding. It would have been easy to focus only on whether Frankie had followed the rules.<\/p>\n
But beneath the attendance records and disciplinary forms was a child who had watched someone die, who was struggling with grief, and who had become afraid that asking for help would make adults think he was lying.<\/p>\n
The school had needed to correct its mistakes.<\/p>\n
I had needed to listen more closely.<\/p>\n
And Frankie had needed to learn that being brave didn’t mean hiding his pain.<\/p>\n
The following Monday, he left for school wearing a clean shirt and carrying his backpack over one shoulder.<\/p>\n
At the door, he turned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cLove you, Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLove you, too, buddy.\u201d<\/p>\n
He ran toward the bus.<\/p>\n
I watched until he disappeared around the corner.<\/p>\n
I couldn’t undo what he had witnessed at the beach. I couldn’t promise that grief would never return or that every adult he encountered would always understand him.<\/p>\n
But I could promise him something else.<\/p>\n
He would never have to face the hardest moments of his life believing he had to handle them alone.<\/p>\n
And if a teacher, a doctor, or anyone else misunderstood him, I would listen, ask questions, and make sure the facts mattered.<\/p>\n
Because sometimes a child doesn’t need someone to teach him how to be tougher.<\/p>\n
He needs someone to notice how hard he’s already trying.<\/p>\n
And when he finally asks for help, he needs to know that someone will believe him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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