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From that day on, I’d keep an eye her doorway around 11am each morning, and run out whenever I saw her attempting to leave. It became a regular thing—my sense of connection to community, to the past, or maybe to some nostalgic notion of service.
Douglas Rushkoff
Henya Drescher
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So nice. Very kind of you.
Psychological thrillers writer, wife, mother, weightlifter, gardener. Stolen Truth on Amazon.
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