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260 the widows’ handbook Death of a friend Iris Litt My mother said that when I was small I would look at my cereal then called porridge and say All Gone and when my two-year-old who didn’t know the word for death asked where Daddy was I said All Gone and heard his sad small voice: Daddy All Gone. Well, now they’re all All Gone some going fast some going slow but all going going going going going Gone and there is nothing to say except that this is a day of golden sun and flawless sky and I’ve got it to take or to leave. ...

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