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Nothing is ever quite right, is it, after a parent dies? No matter how well things go, something always feels slightly off . . .
her limbs are filled with wet cement rather than blood. Anna recalls this same sensation from the days after her mother’s death. Grief is heavy. Perhaps a new anguish invokes the physical symptoms of an older one.
Life is a frosted cake made of worms.
