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DateSunday, September 25, 2011 at 8:19PM

I was going to be gone three weeks all told, the longest we’d ever been apart, and I started missing her even before I left. I’d make up the time when I got back, we had years and years ahead of us, but how can you make up moments?

-Colson Whitehead, "Occasional Dispatches from the Republic of Anhedonia," Grantland, July 2011.

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