Days are running together. People send condolences like they're forwarding chain mail.
I nod. I thank them. I go back to the apartment and stare at the ceiling.
The baby kicks. Sonya doesn't.
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Buy me a coffeeDays are running together. People send condolences like they're forwarding chain mail.
I nod. I thank them. I go back to the apartment and stare at the ceiling.
The baby kicks. Sonya doesn't.
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