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I did not look back in the mirror again until I turned the corner.

The drive to Raymond’s house was short, the streets quiet under the autumn sky. By six o’clock, the wind had picked up, blowing the yellow leaves across his front lawn. Raymond was waiting for me on his porch, two wooden rocking chairs set side by side.

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