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Perfect means no flaws. True means the thing does what it was designed to do.
When I finished, I picked up my phone. My thumb, by twenty-eight years of reflex, scrolled to L.
Lorraine Langston.
I held it there.
Three seconds.
Then I scrolled up to E.
Eunice Park.
She answered on the second ring.
I wrote my vows, I said. Can I read them to you?
A pause. A small continue reading …
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