Philadelphia

On three separate occasions, during summer trips to Iceland, relatives back home in the United States have died, and only once did I manage to make it back in time for the funeral. I knew the likelihood of this would increase now that I am here more often. But I've decided I will take no chances with my ailing brother, I will take matters into my own hands. Maybe if I'm not in Iceland, he won't die.  

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