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by Andrew Sean Greer

“And if you’ve found you’ve left anything behind you need, just let us know, and we’ll send it on!” “No, I have no regrets. No regrets.” “Regrets?” (Sound of flight being announced) “I leave nothing behind me.”

“It’s true things can go on till you die. And people use the same old table, even though it’s falling apart and it’s been repaired and repaired, just because it was their grandmother’s. That’s how towns become ghost towns. It’s how houses become junk stores. And I think it’s how people get old.”

“What if one day you meet someone, Arthur, and it feels like it could never be anyone else? Not

“The brain is so wrong, all the time,” she says, turning to the dark landscape again. “Wrong about what time it is, and who people are, and where home is: wrong wrong wrong. The lying brain.”