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the soft yellow light from the hallway.
101.3.
I texted Marcus from the rocking chair.
He’s at 101.3. I really think you should stay.
He didn’t answer until after seven.
Probably teething. Try Tylenol.
Saturday came cold and wet. Not dramatic weather, just that steady Pacific Northwest drizzle that makes everything look rubbed over with graphite.
Marcus packed continue reading …
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