Excerpt from a novel in progress
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I've come ashore, you see me waving, he thinks, rubbing his eyes. Up from his nap on the couch, aware of the sunlight, the snow on the buildings. Ruby was playing the piano. Saturday morning. Ruby was getting really good at the piano. Getting up, M pinched the back of her neck, kissed her on the top of the head. Hi little Ruby. You're doing…