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…s me from the parking lot, ready to start his day, and greeting him by way of sobbing hysterically, hiccuping something unintelligible about my mom being dead.
…walking towards me from the parking lot, ready to start his day, and greeting him by way of sobbing hysterically, hiccuping something unintelligible about my mom being dead.
…fice and sat in front of the building on uncomfortable metal patio chairs that were bolted into the concrete. She told me that mom was brain dead. I can’t tell you what else we talked about during this conver…