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the way a photo fades if you leave it too long in a sunny window.
He’d look at his phone while we talked, or past my shoulder at the TV, or at his wife when she entered a room.
He loved me, I think, but he’d gotten comfortable in a way that required not quite seeing me.
My daughter-in-law, meanwhile, had taken over the grocery shopping entirely.
She said continue reading …
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