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... I only have ephemera and ink. II. For the first time in ten years, I have cracked my adoption file. When I opened the folders that comprise this document, you could hear the paper exhale. Textured like onion skin. The oxygen soaked through the pages like scotch through bad memories. The earthy rot of vellum wafted up, filling my nose, licking my cheeks. I rubbed each page between my fingers, as...

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