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“It was nice to sit with someone who doesn't share my DNA and doesn't want to rag on me about my father's misdeeds. It was nice to go somewhere. To do something. My life has collapsed to the point where a ninety-nine-cent coffee with a stranger is meaningful.”

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Call It What You Want

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