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Sometimes we cooked.
Usually we ordered food.
On Thursdays, we walked to a neighborhood bookstore that stayed open late. She drifted toward design and urban planning. I drifted toward essays and crime novels.
One night, as we walked home under the warm city dark, Savannah said, “Did you ever want kids?”
The question landed softly but not lightly.
I considered continue reading …
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