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heard is true, stopping him will be the smallest part of what happens next.”
That night, Mark came home with yellow tulips.
My favorites.
He walked into the house at 7:43 p.m., wearing his navy suit and the tired smile he used whenever he wanted praise for surviving a difficult day.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead.
I let him.continue reading …
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