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mutual reality but to the version of events that protects their self-image.
I said, “I should not have had to do that alone.”
Marcus looked up at me and, to this day, I remember that expression more vividly than any later argument.
Puzzlement.
Not shame.
Not remorse.
Puzzlement.
As if my hurt had arrived from nowhere. As if the obviousness of it were baffling.continue reading …
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