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I’m not taking responsibility for it.”
He turned. “You always talk like everything is a contract.”
“No. I talk like someone who learned words without boundaries become traps.”
He stared at me.
I placed a mug on the island.
He did not touch it.
“I came to ask you to drop the escrow claim,” he said.
There it was.
Not apology.
Not curiosity.
Not grief.
A request.continue reading …
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