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er report had predicted. Uncle Theodore, my father’s brother, dropped his prayer book into the mud. My cousin Mallory grabbed my arm. Someone behind me whispered, “Oh my god.” The funeral director, who had been politely distant, leaned almost imp
A sound too human for this machine-like day. For 3 days, I’d stood where people told me to stand, shook the hands that reached for...
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