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accomplishment.
I moved to the side of her bed but did not touch her. I had lost the right to reach for comfort from the person I had destroyed.
“Tell me what to do,” I said.
Her laugh was soft and devastated. “That is still such a Julian question. You think there’s a task for this. A contract. A fix. A sequence of steps that gets you back to where you continue reading …
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