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"The morning my mother forgot my name, she remembered every word of the recipe for her mother's bread."

"I have been lying about my name for so long I sometimes answer to the wrong one in my sleep."

"The detective arrived at the scene before the body did — she had learned to read cities the way other people read faces."

"We called it a farm but it was just a field where things died slowly enough that we could pretend otherwise."

"Every poem I wrote that year began with the word you, which is how I know I wasn't writing poems."

"The proposal was forty-eight pages long and said nothing about what it felt like to watch your country choose to forget."

"She had been translating her grandmother's letters for eleven years; what she found on page sixty-three made her stop."