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Adrian would have loved this.
“I don’t know yet,” I said.
Daniel nodded.
“That’s allowed.”
That night, I returned to my apartment and opened the wedding album.
The mud had left faint stains along the edges of the cover. A restorer had offered to replace it completely, but I refused.
Some damage should remain visible.
Not because it defines the story.
Because continue reading …
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