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pieces, but never the whole thing in sequence.
When I finished, there was a silence.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Diane said.
Not accusing. Just real.
“Because I didn’t want to be the kind of woman who needed rescuing,” I said. “And now I understand that that was stupid.”
Diane drove down from Denver that weekend and stayed for ten days.
She slept on my beige-carpet continue reading …
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