We’d all gathered there in that two-bedroom apartment. My uncle was lying in bed, scarf on his head to hide the balding. His hair had been a source of pride for him for my entire life, and probably much longer than that. But now, it had thinned andclumped and so, he hid behind a bandana, covers pulled up. He was so skinny lying there, face and hands bloated from steroids, nailed curved and dark. He was him, but he wasn’t. He still had that great smile, even though his sweet t

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