“Yup. In case you haven’t already figured it out, Wife, I never truly wanted Marnie. I wanted what she represented.” She stuffed her arms over her chest, her expression one of furious beauty. “Wholesome and sweet and popular?” “No. My innocence. The Jude from before.” Ogling her without one fleck of shame, I watched her lips, bare of lipstick, roll between her teeth. “The Jude who hadn’t yet screwed everything up. I thought if I could just get some semblance of what I’d deemed as normality back…” She sat on the edge of my bed, curling a leg beneath her. “Then everything might feel a little
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