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The second tore when I flipped it. The third came out golden. I placed it on a plate with blueberries and too much syrup, the way Lily liked. Then I sat at the table and cried until the pancakes went cold.
Later, I went to the cemetery. The sky was clear, almost offensively beautiful. Grass had grown thick over the graves. The headstone bore both their continue reading …
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