Fiction | March 01, 2002

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I’m ankle-deep in water, wearing Dad’s new rubber duck boots. Mom’s lying alone in their bed, blanket up to her ears. “Mom,” I say, “there are nine reasons you shouldn’t commit suicide. Number one: It’ll mean you’re a quitter. Number two: Dad will have won.”

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