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Submitted to Contest #58
Lights Out My mother had just died. The doctors said that she went peacefully, in her sleep, like that was supposed to matter. All I knew was that my mother, the woman who raised me, was there for me no matter what, supported me through everything, was gone and she was never coming back. And no one cared. They didn’t care that she was gone, that she would never smile again, never laugh again, never sigh in exasperation as she looked at my tornado struck room and politely tell me that one day I was going to break my ankle wading through ‘that...
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