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presents
every christmas,
my grandmother gives me a toy.
usually, it’s inexpensive or secondhand,
and, if i’m lucky,
it’s something she’s made herself.
when she calls,
i make sure to say thank you
and mean it.
that is my gift to her,
pretending that i haven’t grown up completely,
that there’s still something between us
that doesn’t have to change.

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