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mills: Dear Abby,

The house is all but empty; even my clothes are gone. I went through my desk: a note from Sofia -her collapsed self on scratch paper- entreated and admonished me. I saw two photos, but held up; it was a kind of denial, but that’s what adulthood is: resisting what one knows is unprofitable and…

To be sure this is a poignant and beautifully composed short piece, but more importantly, it possesses keen insight into an important mystery of growing up. Enjoy.