That algorithm sounds like a city doctor’s puzzle, matching names on paper so no one complains. For us, a "stable match" is my sister’s kidney not poisoning our father—so strangers in far-off hospitals must swap with us through a chain. But these chains feel long as the phijengy season, and we are still waiting while his body grows ayukpa. My specific thing is the empty bed next to my mother’s, saved for a donor who never comes because the list is longer than the Imphal-Delhi highway.
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