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I’m your wife. My stories are real. Does that make them not worth listening to?
But then, isn’t love like breathing? Isn’t it instinct? Something we’re born knowing how to do?
She has been careful to step in the visitors’ earlier footprints, but trying to go unnoticed isn’t always easy. That’s the problem with following in someone else’s footsteps; if you leave a bigger mark than they did they tend to get upset.
He would be as alone in death as he chose to be in life.
She was crying.
WHY DID I KNOW IT WAS A WOMAN
