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Lucky.
That word still makes me sick when I think about it now.
I stopped at the market on the way home.
Caleb liked guacamole on Thursdays.
That was the kind of small married thought that still lived in me then.
Avocados.
Limes.
Cilantro.
The expensive tortilla chips he said were too salty but somehow always finished before dinner.
I bought all of it.
I even continue reading …
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