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Claire separated from him in June.
The night she told me, she came to my suite after the children were asleep. She knocked softly, like a child herself.
I opened the door.
She was holding a folder.
“I filed,” she said.
Then she put the folder on my little table and sat down as if her bones had become too heavy.
I made tea. That is what mothers do when the continue reading …
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