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I sat with the phone in my hand.
Arthur waited.
When I spoke again, my voice was steadier than I expected. “He is going to regret this,” I said.
“Yes,” Arthur said. He said it the way a man says something he has known for a while.
“Not in the way he is picturing,” I said. “Not because he will miss me. Because I am going to show him exactly what he discarded.continue reading …
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