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light up and did not answer.
Emily texted: Mom, please. Can we talk about this?
I put the phone face-down on my knee and looked out at the tarmac for a while, at the planes rolling steadily in and out of their gates, enormous and unhurried, carrying strangers to places they had chosen.
I had one more call to make.
Patricia, my college roommate, had been continue reading …
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