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âI live in the building across the street. Today⌠today I didnât want to go back home.â I didnât ask why. Not yet. I gave her a Tupperware with more soup. ââFor tomorrow.â She took it and stared at the lid. ââDo I have to return it?â I thought of Mr. Arthur. Of his washed Tupperwares. Of his little notes. Of the way life turns around with a clean continue reading âŚ
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