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at them.”
“You can,” he said quietly. “Because you are not weak. And because in three weeks, this ends.”
Three weeks.
I went home that night and kissed my husband on the cheek. He smelled like a cologne I did not recognize. He asked about my day. I answered honestly but selectively. My mother. Traffic. Rain.
I slept on my side of the bed, staring at the continue reading …
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