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He looked, for the first time in my memory, like a man rather than a posture. The tie still straight, the silver at his temples still composed, but something underneath it that was older and less managed.
“I didn’t think you would,” he said. “Protect yourself like this.”
“I know,” I said.
“That was my mistake.”
“Yes,” I said. “It was.”
I had my hand on continue reading …
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