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The last time I saw Tommy was during the final hour of sunlight on the last day of summer. We had gone for a run, the last of hundreds we’d done together since high school.
I remember admiring how, even in his lessened, sickly state, he was able to float across the ground as if his body weighed nothing, while I felt …
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