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“One night, he posed the question: Does your husband mind that you are chatting with me?
New York Times Magazine, LIVES”
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New York Times Magazine, LIVES”
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“I, Lisa K Friedman, being of sound mind and broken foot...”
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“Seems like you can't drive a mile on any main road without almost running over a guy in a unitard riding a bicycle.”
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“He friended me just after Thanksgiving, Week 13 of regular-season football.
New York Times”
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New York Times”
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“He friended me just after Thanksgiving, Week 13 of regular-season football this year.”
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“They wheeled my father up. "Hi Dad," I touched his hand, which was locked down under a thick restraining belt. His sweat pants were stained with food; the socks on his feet were twisted and wrong. "We'll meet you inside," I yelled. My father craned his neck and answered: "Two. Four. Seventeen."
The New York Times Magazine, LIVES”
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The New York Times Magazine, LIVES”
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“One night, he posed the question: Does your husband mind that you are chatting with me?”
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“During the last night, when the house echoed with dust and vacancy, I thought about my own house and my own children, and about my mother's grace in the midst of a heartbreaking process. Compassion ached in my chest; I would not sleep that night”
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“Pompano Beach, the central landing pad for snow birds, is marked by high-rise apartment buildings that look like they're constructed of cement Legos, decorated inside with plaques etched with the Residents Rules Of Conduct, a list to rival the Magna Carta.”
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“They wheeled my father up. "Hi Dad," I touched his hand, which was locked down under a thick restraining belt. His sweat pants were stained with food; the socks on his feet were twisted and wrong. "We'll meet you inside," I yelled. My father craned his neck and answered: "Two. Four. Seventeen.”
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“The man, an Ichabod Crane look-alike wearing a baseball cap and slippers, hauled his 80-something year-old body over a 12-foot high wood slat fence, hurtling himself to freedom.”
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