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his anger. He had folded the letter and mailed it to an address a cousin had found through a friend of a friend in Miami.
He had never known it arrived.
Marisol wiped one tear with the heel of her hand.
“I kept it in every apartment,” she said. “Every marriage. Every move. I told myself I kept it because someday I’d answer. Then someday became impossible.continue reading …
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