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February 15, 2008
I used to test out the words, how they would sound aloud, out in the universe, floating around, unattached to any reality. And as soon as I would form them, and their ugly sound would take shape in the air, hanging, heavy, in front of me like a dark warning or a scolding, I would take them back and admonish myself not to even let those words out. Some day those words would be real, some day they would attach themselves to the situation that I dreaded most.

That day arrived on Wednesday.

“Taxi died.”

I cannot speak the unspeakable.