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lasts.
I pulled into my apartment parking lot, turned off the engine, and sat for a moment in the quiet.
My phone lit up. A text from my mother.
It said: the lake is beautiful tonight. Your father is watching it. I think this is what peace feels like.
I read it twice.
Then I started the car again, not to go anywhere, just to let the heater run while I sat continue reading …
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