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“Hey, Ren,” she said softly, “I’m going to call every week, I promise. So you won’t be lonely.” “Who says I’m lonely?” And I didn’t believe she would call every week, but she kept her promise until the day she died. Keiko Ishida, you were such a liar. You would have been better off stayingContinue reading “Rainbirds, by Clarissa Goenawan: a beautifully written book about grief”