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the dinners where people spoke in whispers and measured each other by the cut of their suits, had vanished like mist.
“I like the porch,” I said, taking a slow sip of the warm tea.
“So do I,” he said.
By nine o’clock, the street outside was silent, save for the occasional hum of a car passing a block away. We sat together on the blue sofa we had bought continue reading …
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