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against the floor in a rhythm that felt cruelly normal.
A doctor stepped out to meet me. Mid-forties. Gray at his temples. Dark circles under his eyes like he lived here.
“I’m Dr. Harris,” he said. “You are Kendall?”
He guided me to a cluster of chairs against the wall, as if he already knew I needed help staying upright.
“Your brother and your continue reading …
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