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Mr. Presley and I spend the morning with now-familiar habits: we settle the children into their virtual classrooms, feed the dogs, start the dishwasher. We discuss the latest morning headlines and the pleasant monotony of an uneventful inauguration. Mr. Presley makes a grocery list and dinner plans. I send Snapchat updates of our new puppies to friends and family. Just after noon, someone fires fi...
Nonfiction: Crossfire
Jan 28, 2021
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