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Tag: by Nathaniel Bellows

Compatriots

January 2011

Finally, he learned her name: Nan.

Forgiveness

By Nathaniel Bellows
February 2009

Her advisor leaned toward her, his face close to hers, and looked her square in the eyes.

“Nan,” he said. “No one can ever really plan for things like this.”

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