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” he said. “He told me once that marrying you was the right thing, and divorcing you was the right thing, and that he’d always wished you well.”
He paused.
“He was a private man.”
I looked out the window at the gray water of the Willamette River and felt something complicated.
Grief for a man I’d once loved gently and lost quietly.
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