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Andrew walked out first, his shoulders hunched, his expensive Italian leather shoes dragging on the stone steps.
Diane followed him with her head held high, though her heel caught once on the gravel before they reached the gate.
The heavy iron gate clicked shut behind them, the sound echoing through the quiet garden.
I stood by the window for ten minutes,continue reading …
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