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“No, it’s fine,” he will say, and laugh and kiss her. “Did I ever tell
you about my auntie? She whooped my behind this one time. Broke
all my shit up.” Somewhere in their house, remarkably like their
neighbors’ houses, their son will laugh. His first and second wives
will call him kind. They will tell him that they love him, like his
mother did, until she died.
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