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It was one of the many things we’d bonded over, having lost our fathers. Malik carried his father’s death like a heavy shroud that dragged behind him throughout his life. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that when my mother called to tell me of my father’s fatal car crash, the purest and most immediate emotion I felt was relief.
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