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"The Last Time" by Marie Howe
(from What the Living Do, focusing on her brother's struggle with AIDS) The last time we had dinner together in a restraurant with white table clothes, he leaned forward and took my two hands in his and said, I'm going to die soon. I want you to know that. And I said, I think I do know. And he said, what surprises me is that you don't. And I said, I do. And he said, What? And I said, Know that you're going to die. And he said, No, I mean know that you are.
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