Airport.
Laundromat.
Park Bench.
Waiting Room.
Hospital Chapel.
At the bottom was a worn notebook with bent corners.
I picked up the first envelope.
Inside was an old train ticket.
On the back, Thomas had written:
“She finally went.”
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Airport.
Laundromat.
Park Bench.
Waiting Room.
Hospital Chapel.
At the bottom was a worn notebook with bent corners.
I picked up the first envelope.
Inside was an old train ticket.
On the back, Thomas had written:
“She finally went.”
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