Chapter 34 The Weight Of Memory
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- The laundromat’s fluorescent lights buzzed like angry hornets, flickering over rows of churning machines.
- I sat on a cracked plastic chair, staring at the slow spin of Adam’s faded army-green hoodie in the dryer. It was his favorite, threadbare at the elbows, still smelling of gunpowder and pine despite the detergent.