A couple months ago mom called me on a wednesday before class to tell me jake had died. It wrecked me, man. Like crying. A lot. Regret. Today, another wednesday, mom calls me. Delano has died. I feel... nothing. Regret, yes. But I don't know, don't know if I can feel things anymore. I have to teach class now, that's how I remember it's all wednesdays. Years ago she told me Harvey died too, murdered, also on a wednesday. Did dad die on a wednesday? Just looked, I think it was a sunday.
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