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%u2018Just write what you know%u20194I see my twenties as a set of yearbooks, dusty and dog-earedon a crooked shelf. The cast of characters is balding now,or ripe with babies, or somewhere unreachable. Still,I don%u2019t need to read the books to remember:Sammy%u2019s ring, winking in the light.Malcolm%u2019s smile%u2014so kind%u2014before he lost his mind.
