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  • I'm on vacation with my boyfriend. We're staying in my uncle's odd little house.
    He passed away in May, so he doesn't mind that we're here.
    The house is two rooms wide and five rooms long. There's a courtyard that runs along the left side of the house and has two different doorways that lead to it. There are three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a living room, an office, a dining room, a kitchen, and laundry area. The kitchen has a toaster, can opener, and pencil sharpener built into the wall; it reminds me greatly of New York World's Fair Kitchen of the Future circa 1964. The kitschy side of me is utterly delighted with the relics of a past future.
    As we stay, I keep finding him in all these nooks and crannies;
    First print Snoopy next to books on Computer Coding (Fortran) and Anatomy
    Surgical gloves and bandages next to the cup of colorful pens by the computer
    Hard candy hidden away in a bathroom drawer, and insulin still sealed in the refrigerator.
    I learned at my uncle's funeral that he had talked to the Rabbi, worried about finding his place in life.
    Instead he found an odd little house.
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