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my mother walked into the room in a cream coat, calm as ever, and said, “He didn’t make it.”
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my mother walked into the room in a cream coat, calm as ever, and said, “He didn’t make it.”
I asked if there would be a funeral.
No doctor explaining anything. No body. No blanket. No goodbye.
My mother said, “You need to rest.”
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