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marble I had imported 3 years ago because Megan complained the old tile was tacky. I looked at the vanity. Terren’s grooming kit was spread out. his razor, his expensive face creams, and his hairbrush. I picked it up. It was full of coarse black hair. I stared at it.
This was the hair of the boy I had taught to ride a bike. The boy I had held when he continue reading …
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