“Once the word is uttered aloud, there is a seismic shift. You will feel it.”
— Read on www.newyorker.com/books/flash-fiction/hospice-honeymoon
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“Once the word is uttered aloud, there is a seismic shift. You will feel it.”
— Read on www.newyorker.com/books/flash-fiction/hospice-honeymoon