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She would spend the evening saying to him, “Please excuse the way I look.” And he would assure her that she looked fine. She liked that he said that she looked only fine and didn’t pretend that she was beautiful on this day. She liked the truth of that, and the truth came without insult. She was fine; she would do; it was enough.
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