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38 A Woman Once Gave Us a Hamper and it was a blond wicker thing, long gone, long gone slack and unsure. she is long gone too— a few months after our wedding. so odd, isn’t it? That as cancer scaled her lungs for that short painful ride, she should think of us, at a time when we thought of no one else, and she did go to the catalog, and order that hamper for us; and long, long, many years after it was dragged out and at the curb slumped sadly in the morning rain, I think of her each time I am faced with that lone and inscrutable black sock. ...

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