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Daniel had sent a text the previous night that said only, “Can we talk tomorrow in person? Both of us.”
I had read it, noted it, told Sylvia, and replied, “Yes. 10:00 a.m. My apartment.”
I wanted it on my ground, brief, and on record.
I want to be honest about how I felt the morning they arrived.
I had been telling myself, and mostly believing, that I continue reading …
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