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Miu heard it the way most devastating things are heard: secondhand, in passing, from someone who didn't know they were detonating anything at all. It was two years after graduation. She was in her second year of medical school, running on four hours of sleep and hospital coffee, when she ran into Bam, a batchmate from the political science bloc, at a wake for a mutual professor's mother. They were catching up in the low murmur that funerals require, trading names of people they'd lost touch with, when Bam said, almost offhand,
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