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the hospital parking lot and cried for four minutes.
Then I wiped my face and went back to work.
Richard sent one letter.
Not to me.
To Matt.
Three sentences in his careful handwriting.
I am getting help. I should have done this 40 years ago. No response expected.
Matt showed it to me.
I read it once and put it in the kitchen drawer.
My mother did not contact continue reading …
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