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I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, steadying my pulse, and after a time the pain and the panic subsided, and then the game had ended and confetti was raining down and it seemed all of New Orleans was singing Fly, Eagles, Fly, and the team was up on a hastily constructed stage in the end zone not far away, getting their trophy, which for some reason is not a bowl, and maybe because I was overjoyed, once again able to feel something, or because my mother, dead now for four years, was from Wayne, too, and was also one of three daughters, of the father who made the Eagles pins, or maybe just because of the immense shit show of it all, I began to cry
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