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look guilty. That was the thing I wasn’t prepared for. He looked relieved.
“I’m leaving,” he said. “I’m in love with Linda.”
The room didn’t spin. There was no dramatic collapse. I just stood very still in my own kitchen with the coffee maker still gurgling and felt something cold and final move through me like a tide going out.
“Linda,” I repeated.
“She continue reading …
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