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that every letter about it went to a mailbox 2,100 miles away, so I would never see one, never ask a question, and never come home early.

He protected me on the front of the page and hid me on the back of it.

I did not cry when he died.

I cried at my kitchen table on the 28th of October over a form.

Then I got up, went into the bedroom, picked the jar continue reading …