Because the idea of doing anything akin to the things I did with my late wife is horrifying to me. I can’t imagine wanting to touch, or be touched by, a woman other than her. That’s the line I’ve been feeding them, anyway. And I think they’ve bought it. It was true up until a few weeks ago. Laughably true. And in the part of my mind that I actually entertain, the part that controls my executive function and basic adulting, it still holds. But in the base, reptilian part of my brain? It’s a fucking joke. She’s sitting across from me right now in one of our team meetings. Madeleine. This girl
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