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me, and for a few seconds neither of us spoke.
There were a thousand things he might have said. Explanations. A version of apology that avoided the word itself. He had always been good with language.
But that day, for perhaps the first time in my life, language had deserted him.
“You made this public,” he said finally.
“No,” I said. “You did.”
The silence continue reading …
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