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We sat by dad’s deathbed, my sisters and I. He opened his eyes and stared at us with urgency.

“You only ever got to know my shell,” he said. “Quick; I gotta show you!”

Curious, we all leaned forward on our chairs and waited.

But he never said anything more.


David Derey wrote this story.


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