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Then I sat on the couch and felt my hands begin to shake. Anger is glamorous in memory. In the body it is often just trembling and a strange emptiness where certainty used to be.
I called Nana Ruth.
She answered with, “Well?”
I laughed once, breathlessly.
I told her everything. Not the cleaned-up version. The real one. The casserole dish, the floor lamp,continue reading …
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