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incredulous puff of air. His hand went to his tie, adjusting it needlessly.
“My God. Eleanor. It’s been… forty years. More. I assumed you were… well, I assumed you had moved on. Got married, had kids, lived a normal life.”
“I did move on,” I said. “I got married. His name was Richard. He was a teacher. We had a daughter named Sarah. I worked as a librarian continue reading …
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