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apology bouquet. He sent two dozen white peonies from a florist in the city. The kind I had once mentioned years ago that I loved.
He remembered.
Or Rachel had coached him.
I couldn’t be sure which was more insulting.
The card read, “Can we please talk? Just us, for the kids.”
No punctuation on the question, just a statement trying to dress itself as a continue reading …
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