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  • “They are with Tyrone’s stuff.” That was all I said, and then I paused, because of the way her body posture changed with those five words.

    It took maybe a two count for me to know what I had done. Tyrone was not our son’s name. Tyrone was, in fact, the name of the first cat I had bought with my ex-wife fifteen years ago. Tyrone was a cat that my oldest daughter, the one that I had with the same ex-wife, knew and talked about. Tyrone was a name my wife hated for all those reasons. This was not going to be a good morning.
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