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Star Tribune


A taut duet of luck and fate. I don’t remember if we danced this dance on a table. I hope we didn’t. That would have been a terrible idea. I do remember telling Natasha about being a little girl, in my grandfathers arms; feeling him tense as he told me about war. I could hear screams through his body.


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