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We are talking about our childhoods, me, my father, and Marion, in the soba place on the second floor of Kansai Airport. I am here to see my grandmother, who has been in a hospital in Kyoto since the previous week. Marion is here for me, and my father is here to drive us both home. We left San Francisco fourteen hours ago and haven’t slept much, but the stories we tell are ones we have told many times before and so they come easy to us, and there is laughing, too, and it is the kind of laughing that doesn’t take much energy even when you’re beat.
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"What Little Water Was Left" was originally published at Booth.
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Raye, Gen Del
(2016)
"What Little Water Was Left,"
Booth: Vol. 8
:
Iss.
7
, Article 5.
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