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a vacation.
At 3:48 in the morning, Madrid time, my mother sent me a photograph. Aubrey asleep on a metal airport bench, stuffed bear under her arm. Caption: Is this what you wanted, Phoebe?
I looked at it for a long time. I did not delete it. I saved it to a folder I labeled simply Aubrey.
I did not reply. I made a different decision instead. I would continue reading …
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