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- On the day that I turned twenty-three, I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree... The Fruit Bats sang about an earthquake and I remembered, looking down the Christmas-light-lit kitchen table, the time I was at another head of another kitchen table looking through candle-light at Gwyn, the night my parents weren't home, and we went swimming. I remembered feeling so good and right, at that ...

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