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Someone's Dad Died

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I don’t know how to make it stop hurting, it meaning everything. I do the dishes. Today I’m so afraid they’ll break, I place them down extra carefully.

He reads the announcement that he has to and my hands shake. A boy cries. He asks us questions but I can’t even move. We knew it was coming but we weren’t ready.

And then I couldn’t take any more. Then I looked out the window at the snow instead of practicing. Then I lied to go home. Then I slept for hours that seemed like days.

And now I don’t know what to do.



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