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“She’s gone.”
I furrowed my brow. Gone? “What do you mean gone?” Does it mean she left somewhere? Or gone as in dead?
“I mean like gone, gone. Disappeared out of the face of the two worlds.”, she had this subtle sad expression in her face that could be mistaken as nothing. But as her sister, I know. She went to the single red couch, to which I figured where Mrs. Hasse had dissipated in before we got here. She picked up the blue blanket, folding it in three and then placed it on the side table with the empty cup. “She has passed me,”, she paused and looks at the discarded book near the small worn-out wooden stool – she picked it up and dusted it off. “The torch or whatever you call it.” She l
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