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Over the next week, it got hotter and moisture stuck to your skin like gravity and Gershwin Park became richer with green and heat. To beat the thickness, Jazz and I woke up earlier and ran earlier and also to beat the traffic which jammed earlier too, like many civilized, metallic insects. I spoke often by the phone to my closest friend Charlie, who was at her Grandma’s house and was alone. Her isolation was not her choice, but a fact of human nature and she stayed away from people to avoid stares at her growing stomach which was five months along. She said to me once, and quietly so that her news would be
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What We KnowCHAPTER IIIWhat We Know
That night I drove over to Grace Macka’s house, which was by the train station and a few streets from the River. The car was small and comfortable and smelled like my mom and I, and was very good for taking scenic drives. I could’ve gone by the freeway and arrived 20 minutes faster, but I was not good at being the first guest and Grace was not so close a friend. We were mutual friends through my good friend Isabella, but we were getting closer and she was a fine girl, but sometimes too superficial.
The route I took was in a hilly area with beautiful, long trees that fell over the
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What We Know Chapter IICHAPTER IIWhat We Know Chapter II
Jazz was my dog. A name for a small sweet dog, or a loyal barking companion. Jazz was a St. Bernard, 3 years old when I was 16, with one milky eye that he couldn’t see out of and he was a fine friend. The next morning was a Tuesday and waking came easily. The clouds reached across the sky and the rising sun reflected pink and the light woke me through my window. The blinds had been left open the night before as sleep had been in a hurry. The light glowing through the skylight in my ceiling, the sunrise was miraculous and the feeling was very delicious. I dressed quickly, readied J
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What We Know Chapter ICHAPTER IWhat We Know Chapter I
At first, my mother went the Doctor’s office alone and it was okay. At night she told me the news, a daily report, and unavoidable. Usually the news was not fine, but the mask on her face was strong and it did not shatter. “The doctor told me I might have to do Chemo.” I nodded, but kept silent. It was wrong to talk about it casually, to ask questions, and strain her mask. It was wrong to ignore her words, and exposing my selfishness. For the first few weeks of summer, her face got paler, her veins were out like convex rivers, and the sun kissed my skin and br
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