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close properly anymore. It was full of small proofs that the world could still be kind in portions. Before leaving, I served a little bit of soup in Mr. Arthurâs bowl. Not because I believed he would come eat it. But because some absences deserve a place setting. I placed a folded piece of bread next to it, the salt shaker, and Liamâs dinosaur, which continue reading âŚ
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