The grandfathers.

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They hid in barber shops, in steam baths, and on the benches of small concrete parks, spending their few remaining coins of laughter on each other, swallowing humiliation, like schnapps, in one gulp. But tears were there like secret tidal pools doomed by salt. Though once they had discarded the villages of...

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