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“We’re running out of time,” came a raspy whisper from the bed as I tapped my foot anxiously running my hands over my knees. Time… Time… Time was such a finite thing, and now after only fifty-two years of life, my mother had so much more time behind her than before her. I watched her labored breathing from across the room; the blue comforter rose and fell with her irregular breaths. The green top she wore was fresh and clean having been cleaned up this morning. A beige hat sat on top of her head that was once covered in fiery red hair ...
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Standing outside the white funeral home looking out onto the busy highway, I tapped my foot anxiously as I twirled an unlit cigarette between my fingers. I hadn't smoked since my days in the army, but my cousin said it looked like I needed it. Perhaps by the end of the day, I will. The news of my father's death came with an unexpected phone call from my sister at 2 in the morning a week ago. My wife insisted on joining me wanting to visit my family again. "It's been three years, Carter," she insisted as I packed the morning after getting...
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