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asked if I needed water. In front of friends, he called me “our MVP.” When my mother visited, he cleared plates and told her, with a smile, that Natalie was doing all the hard work.
In private, the tone was different.
He didn’t become cruel in any theatrical sense.
He became exacting.
Mildly inconvenienced.
Always just plausible enough that I felt foolish continue reading …
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