ROBABLY this couldn’t be true, but I do remember quite clearly those afternoons when my father would hand me a stack of his students’ blue books and watch television sports while I read through the papers. As a teenager, I never understood the purpose of the ritual, but I was better for it, brought closer to him in body and mind by those powder blue notebooks and the blood-red
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Feb 27, 2024
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