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Vicarious
Graham Foust
Before they were born—I shrink to admit this— whenever I thought of my kids getting sick or being injured or dying, I thought mostly
of the chances of my winding up in jail. Now they’re in front of me, running through some waves, and what I am is all but buoyant with pain.
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