I’d left him in the back of my car, the teddy bear, whose name is “kompisen” (“the friend,” in Swedish) after Jack died. Jack brought that (flattened) teddy bear with him everywhere, carried him in his teeth—he came with us to Runmarö, Sweden, back to NYC, to Sharon, High Falls, Kerkonkson, and Granby. We never lost him, like we lost so many other thin…
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