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had been forgotten again. I turned off the light. I locked the door. And for the first time since I moved to that old building in Astoria, I didnât walk back to my apartment feeling like I was returning to being alone. I walked hearing voices behind me. Claireâs laugh. Maryâs scolding in some recipe. Richardâs clean tears. Tessaâs shy âthank you.â continue reading âŚ
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