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was 52 years old and sold commercial real estate. He was broad-shouldered and silver-templed and wore the kind of cologne that made you think of cedar and confidence.
We had met at a friend’s wedding in 1998. I was 30. He was 32. And he had asked me to dance before the band even started the second song.
By our third date, I already knew.
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