I wanted his red T-shirt. The one he left in. I don’t want to say ‘died’ anymore. He didn’t die. He was just fortunate enough to leave this world. ‘You don’t want his shirt,’ the mortician said. ‘It was ripped. We had to cut it off him. I don’t think I even know where it...

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