All I can do to keep from believing where, in truth, your last steps led,
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my little grandmother knows no pain she believes that hunger—is food
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That night I read The Revolt of the Masses not yet knowingthat at that same hour theyset houses on fire. They say,an old woman tossed in flames trying
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He woke me late last night. He sat on the edge of my bed with a bag in his lap. When I rolled over to turn the lamp on, he put the bag to my chest.
We need to go now, he said.
This time I didn’t question.
