The baby, her baby, was dead. These days that counted as a big so what, a sneeze, a blink, a fart. Less. Death was coming for us all. Nothing revelatory in that. The difference being that now we knew the date it would arrive, give or take. As she sat there across from me, mascara tears making a mess of her face, I thought about the myriad shows on the History Channel and Nat Geo concerning the end of the […]
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