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he’d felt cornered. He said he hadn’t meant that Eli was nothing to him, only that the day wasn’t about Eli, that he’d needed one day that was just his.
That was almost worse than the text. I let it sit in the air between us and I did not rescue him from it.
Then I placed the copy of Henry’s letter on the table and slid it across and let him read the continue reading …
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