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| b9c45c9 | It happened in New York, April 10th, nineteen years ago. Even my hand balks at the date. I had to push to write it down, just to keep the pen moving on the paper. It used to be a perfectly ordinary day, but now it sticks up on the calendar like a rusty nail. | grief grieving-the-loss-of-a-mother grieving | Donna Tartt |