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on the railing. “You handled yourself well today,” he said.
“That makes one of us.”
He chuckled softly. “I raised Marines. I know insecurity when I see it.”
I looked out over the water. “You defending Vanessa?”
“No,” he said. “Understanding somebody isn’t the same thing as excusing them.”
That was a very old man sentence. The kind earned over decades.
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