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…rds, packed the gory wounds with the gauze of chilling silence and called it reconciliation. There were horrid nights in the desecrated marriage bed. We rotted to bone, trapped in the crypt. In the morning, we sipped expresso, popped lies and promises as if they were Xanax and called it intimacy. After all the false paths bending toward divorce, we are finally here — barefoot on Cannon Bea…
Theodore McDowell
Annelise Lords
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