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My mother died two days later of double pneumonia. After that, there were no more disasters. The worst that could happen had happened, and the shine went out of everything.
He was exactly the kind of boy I would have liked to be, and I was ready to imitate him in any way I could.
New York City is a place where one can weep on the sidewalk in perfect privacy.
