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” she said.
He turned slightly.
“Yes?”
Her voice trembled at the edges but did not disappear. “I don’t want to live in a house where I’m corrected all day. I don’t want to apologize for drawers. Or towels. Or where I hang my own pictures.”
I kept my eyes on the road.
This was not my line to deliver.
Richard said, “Diane, I never meant to—”
“I know what you continue reading …
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