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I had once rented a room, yellowed walls, iron bars jutting out, the smell of leftover food and mildew. Daniel lived here, I asked, unable to believe it. Ethan nodded. Right after the divorce. He sold everything he owned, said every dollar saved counted, and besides, it was close to you. I still rent it. I pay every month to keep it as it was. He forbade continue reading …
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