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his name only: Michael.
No love, no apology for the eighteen years, just the acknowledgment of the gate. I folded it and put it in my nightstand.
When Derek asked if it was enough, I told him it was a start. I told him he had apologized for the cookout and had not apologized for the eighteen years before it.
In March, Derek went to Tucson again and had continue reading …
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