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My families and super-cool mothers, JG, Matt, Kari and Billy for your excitement; Kath and Marie Mordeno for your hilarious phone calls and relentless pimping; Pop, for reading all those manuscripts gathering dust in my closet as if they weren't completely horrible, and for encouraging me with always thoughtful notes and otherworldly wisdom.
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Risa, for making the world go 'round.
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“Fatima,” for talking and walking with me that clear, late April day when the ginkgo buds were breaking around the Jerome Park Reservoir.
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Robyn, for putting heart and soul into this story, teaching me what it is about and bringing so much to it, including its title; and for giving that first draft of
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to Nancy and Lauri. You are a phenomenal editor and friend, and you're in my heart forever.