2015 was a busy year for me, which saw the publication of both Memories of a […]
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Fred Ruskin barreled through the rain down Buchanan Street in his battered Pacer, the jar his dead wife had directed him to retrieve from his nephew’s coffin bouncing in the seat beside him.

— Small Things, Chapter 39