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1 week agoThere Is Always An After | Defector
It's August and my mom is moving. My dad passed away a little less than a year ago, and after a slog of a winter living in the house they once shared, Mom decided that she wouldn't tolerate another one. So she found a townhouse close to my sister's house: small, airy, and bright. It was perfect. It was also empty.
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