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…ted 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 B…
Theodore McDowell
James Edward Young
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