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“When we began dating in the spring of freshman year, he told me in his dorm room on his twin bed that he was amazed at how in the time he had known me I had not been sad once. Two years later, after Baba died in the kitchen while boiling water for tea, Cooper repeated this statement. And I still laugh and smile easily, but if you took a scalpel and dug into me with a tender wrist you would see that I am no longer like this.”
― Mina Seckin, The Four Humors: A Novel