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Months to Years
2020 Summer Issue
At times, all I want is Dr. Patil. Josh is not a neurosurgeon. He can't resew the broken shards of my brain injury or stem all the blood that gushes because he's just my partner. I miss Dr. Patil's calm assurance that I won't die today, we will together be okay; instead, I have Josh.
Mom waited patiently while I screamed in the alley behind the garages. I buried my face into her freckled warm shoulder and wailed as she said my name quietly, over and over, like she was gently tying my boat to the pier. 
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