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In the space between them, there is a whole lost world: street names, phone numbers, summer barbecues, broken bones, family dinners, shadows on walls, stolen turns, dappled light playing against floorboards. French toast sizzling in an iron skillet. Pages of homework strewn across the dining room table. Beethoven quartets on Saturday afternoons. The smell of black cavendish tobacco.
