He’s leaning over the table, mouth open in concentration. Two stacks of soft white socks brush his elbow as he reaches over them. “Look!” he exclaims, proudly wriggling the toilet paper roll down into the gallon ziplock bag. Two water bottles stand erect beside it. He pauses and I slide two folded pieces of paper…

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I remember it, how the air was hot even though it was September 2007 and how Mark had crossed the stage, his shoulders carrying the pain. Photo Credit: Flickr user Mick Baker Rooster, Creative Commons, cc license Photo Credit: Flickr user David, Creative Commons, cc license His voice softer than normal, he had smiled at…

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