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for a friend to reach out, a mutual one, a man named Greg, who had been at our wedding and who I had always liked, who I suspected had been dispatched as a human olive branch.
Greg texted and asked if I wanted to grab coffee just to catch up.
No agenda.
I knew there was an agenda.
I texted back that I was busy and wished him well.
I was not without support.continue reading …
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