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'One of the finest accounts of the mysterious workings of grief I have ever read.' Helen MacdonaldI tore the arse of my pyjamas one morning, about a year before he died, and my father sewed it up perfect in a few minutes, just like that.

Mi-am rupt fundul pijamalei intr-o dimineata, cu aproximativ un an inainte sa moara, iar tatal meu a cusut-o perfect in cateva minute, exact asa. Cum iti creezi o existenta cand tot ce trebuie sa lucrezi este un vid?