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his face changed. The color went out of it. Not gradually. All at once, the way it had gone out of Eli’s face that morning, and I noticed the symmetry and hated it.
He turned away from the reception lights. He lowered his voice.
Where did you get that? he said.
From the trash you mailed your son, I said.
That was the only line I allowed myself. I had continue reading …
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