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carried boxes while I directed traffic from my chair. When everything was inside, Karen made coffee and we sat on my small patio, watching the sunset.
“How are you really doing?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Some days I wake up and forget. I try to get out of bed like normal. And then I remember, and it’s like falling all over again.”
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