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lot of it,” I said. “Yes.”
“I let you become a stranger.”
“You let distance become the default.”
“That’s my failing.”
“It’s also recoverable,” I said. “If you want to recover it.”
He looked at me over his glass. “You’re willing.”
“I came home tonight,” I said. “That’s an answer of some kind.”
He smiled, faintly, the smile of a man who is tired but who has continue reading …
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