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he’d had those years.
“He said you were the most structurally honest person he’d ever known,” Rachel told me.
I looked at the photograph for a long moment.
“I know,” I said. “I tried to be.”
I sit on my back porch in the mornings and think about the sequence that brought me here.
A Tuesday night in February. A parking lot. A diner booth. A conference room continue reading …
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