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In the quiet streets of Ivoryville, the shadows were empty. No brown arm linked with mine; just an empty grocery bag Eleanor sent me off with. Nothing but her gentle mouth giving me leave, giving me that lone sunset to witness as she’d had the past months of freedom I gave would give give give…
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