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leaned closer. “You kept those for fourteen years?”

“I kept breathing for fourteen years.”

That shut everybody up.

She looked back at me then. Finally at me.

“I went to the cemetery once,” she said. “Three years after. I watched you from the trees. You brought all three of them in matching yellow raincoats.”

I couldn’t speak.

“I almost came out.” A tear continue reading …

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