When Teddy was born, a few months after Henry died, he made short work of me by being so fucking cute and wonderful. He’s so funny and fat. And he laughs! Holy shit, he laughs so much. I mean, what’s so funny? I’m wild about him, and when I think about him growing in the same womb as Henry, I’m so happy. I had a dream one night that Henry left a message for him in my wife’s womb. And it was in a little picture frame, complete with a little nail; Henry nailed it into her uterus. And I couldn’t read it—it wasn’t for me to read—but I knew that our new baby saw that, and I woke up and it made me
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