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The Guard Asked Who They Were Here to See

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grade. Life is rude like that.

My father kept his eyes on the grass.

“You were crying so hard you hiccuped. I carried you to the car barefoot because I didn’t want to lose time tying your shoes.”

He stopped.

“I keep thinking about that. About how automatic it was. You were hurt, so I picked you up. Then twenty years ago you came to my door hurt in a different continue reading …

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