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53 A twist in the subplot. The emotional story In a messy mood when you called. The pool is making gross sounds. It needs more water. You pick a flower that prickles your hand on its bush. I found the one I had always dreamed about. I see her from the back, small shouldered with thick and flowing black hair, a back, long as my own, wide eyes like mine, almost a family resemblance. How can I break this news to you? A prayer could keep you with me forever. I write this just shy of crying. You asked me if I were happy the last time we met. I made the mashed potatoes. ...

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