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I watched her fall the first time.
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The sight of my late father sitting at the water’s edge filled me with dread.
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The soccer ball bounced on the clay field and rose into the air, fragments of yellow-red earth booming and dispersing before dissolving under the fading orange light projected by a cheerless bulb.
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I’ve loved eggs since before I even knew how to say, “over easy, please.”
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