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evening, he called us in a voice I hadn’t heard in a long time—warm, hopeful, almost shy.
“I met someone,” he said. “Her name is Larissa.”
We were stunned. Larissa was thirty, half his age. She worked in accounting at a local company and had gone through her own life transitions. They had met at a yoga class at the community center—a class my father continue reading …
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