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rang

lert, as if he'd been waiting

myself with a steady voice.

away. When he did, his

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my parents on their wedding day, my mother smiling at graduation, her hand on my shoulder. I slid

ffed bear from the closet. I hadn't touched

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door quiet

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rite café, campus, and my mother's apartment

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until the screen dimmed,

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