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Goodnight, Grandpa
Brown skin gone pale. Mouth open, eyes shut. A phone call. A car ride. A hospital. A bed. A man. A grandpa. A life. A death. He died tired. Now, I can…
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You are three. You are fifteen. You are eighteen. When, for a moment, you no longer stand at the center of the universe. You are innocent. You are arr…
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