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settled when he focused, it all felt achingly familiar.
I told myself I was imagining it. People see patterns where they want to. Memory fills in gaps. Grief distorts things.
Then he looked up, spotted me, and smiled.
“Hi,” he called as he walked over with easy confidence. “I’m Austin. Looks like we’re neighbors.”
I realized I had been staring too long.continue reading …
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