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it hit.
The comments filled with women telling variations of the same truth:
He wasn’t at work.
He was golfing.
He was asleep.
He said I was overreacting.
He said I was better at that stuff.
He said he couldn’t leave early.
He said the doctor would handle it.
I read them sitting on the floor of Liam’s room while he napped, and for the first time in months, continue reading …
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