Her neighbor’s door was ajar. Mr. Ibanez was inside, not at all like any target in a shooter. He crouched by the window, his cardigan hung over one shoulder, his hands trembling as he tried to coil the radio antenna. He looked at her with the blank, astonished stare people wore when the obvious had just arrived late.
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"People who remember," he answered simply. "And people who make other people remember." He crouched by the window, his cardigan hung
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