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with a white box tied with twine. Pastries with almond cream and one tart she liked. I was grinning when I pulled into our street.
At 5:18 in the afternoon on that Friday in October, I drove into the yard and saw Michael’s SUV parked by the curb.
That should have made me smile. It didn’t.
There are small things you notice before your mind lets you assemble continue reading …
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