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him in his car seat. I got behind the wheel of my silver Honda.
The check engine light had been on for 2 months. I drove east toward I90. I didn’t have a plan.
I just needed somewhere with light. The phone buzzed once on the passenger seat. A text from Vera.
Don’t make this a thing. I didn’t reply. I had been replying to her for 27 years.
I was tired. continue reading …
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