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the other side was something more spacious than hatred.
A simple clear disinterest.
They existed.
I existed.
We moved through different worlds now.
I had my house. I had my work, which I’d returned to with more focus than I’d had in years.
I had Biscuit, who had adapted to the new backyard with characteristic enthusiasm.
I had Renee, who came to stay for continue reading …
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