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  • I met my parents in Wyoming to pick up the boys, midway between our homes. After eleven hours of drive time, it took the boys about ten minutes to split open the house. Grandma gave us too much sugar, they said, as we sopped up two inches of water from the bathroom floor, overflow from the tidal-bath. The oldest lay across the hallway and grabbed the leg of a passing sibling. There was the tussle and inevitable screams. It’s been over six hours since you’ve seen Grandma, I said, pulling them apart. The oldest threw a kick at the youngest. Yes, he said, and added a punch. But she gave us sugar all week.
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