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Mac Miller in memoriam

  Since September 7, one line from “Jet Fuel” — a track on Swimming, Mac Miller’s final album — always makes the breath catch in my throat: “Well Imma be here for a while, longer than I did expect to.”       For an artist who often saw his own death as an impending inevitability, this was a remarkably hopeful sentiment. Mac Miller had, over his career, ascended from radio-friendly frat-rap beginnings into the upper echelons of hip-hop. After releasing a string of beloved, acclaimed albums over the past five years, his position in the future of hip-hop seemed…

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