My best friend left her laptop to me in her will. Twenty years later, I turned it on and began my inquest.
The Lingering of Loss
Jill Lepore | The New Yorker | July 1, 2019 | 4,000 words
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My best friend left her laptop to me in her will. Twenty years later, I turned it on and began my inquest.
