Excursions by Amit Gawande

Roy paused at the window for a second. He stood there alone — it made him realize the moment that had just passed was both superb and nasty at the same time. Was this all simply a build up to a deluge of sorrows to follow? Will the storm that surrounds me ever abate? #mbnov

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