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On a quiet Sunday evening, Bert and Edna—married fifty-five years—rock gently on their porch swing, sipping lukewarm tea while squirrels squabble over a rogue Cheeto. The sun dips low, casting golden light across their yard. Then, out of nowhere, Edna breaks the silence.
He peers over his glasses.
“Bucket lists? Edna, continue reading …
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