The Wistful Dinner

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The spoon is cold. It has been cold for three days. You hold it in your left hand, the metal biting into the meat of your thumb. The handle is worn smooth by ten thousand fingers, but yours feel only the chill. It is a silver spoon, heavy and dull, the bowl dented on one side like a crushed apple. You remember your brother, Thomas, using it. He would scoop the porridge. He would blow on it. He...

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