At A Restaurant Dinner, My Family Asked Me To Sign Something I Was Not Expecting

Hardware on Elm Street, and our windows look out over the parking lot and, beyond it, the water tower that has had the same peeling paint since I was Lily’s age. We have a cat named Biscuit who sleeps in a ceramic mixing bowl on top of the refrigerator. Lily picked the bowl out herself.

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