The paper

One piece of the paper fell into her lap as he looked at it.

“My dad knows how to read the paper and fold it up carefully as though he had never even read it.  These things made me feel safe because I was assured that with the things I couldn’t figure out there would still be an easy order to them.”

He gathered the newspaper in a rough ball on his lap.

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