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When he finally left that night, my Mom asked me what he was like. Luckily, here at the River Rock Cafe, as I go. Here's what we needed to take back what I said. I worry that we will do the same here in the melting permafrost. Nevertheless, I think I would like to live, for the time being anyhow, knowing my frailties as a letter.