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my last name.
She asked what had finally made me understand that.
I watched Maya soar into the evening sky on the tire swing, her face lifted, laughing.
“An empty chair,” I said.
A few weeks after the barbecue, a cardboard box arrived at my office in my father’s handwriting. I sat with it on my kitchen table for a long time before opening it.
Inside, in continue reading …
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