Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be go — Mary Karr, Lit
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Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

— Mary Karr, Lit
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