Reborn in '83: His Forgotten Wife

lur of confusion and a gro

reincarnated with me. He' d b

ye

, not to rebuild what we lost, but t

er a few beers, was not going to a fancy business school.

night classes, aiming fo

any Hayes with a fervor

pragmatic, sometimes a little reserv

urn, built on shared dream

e courting Tiffan

cest restaurant in town, the one we' d only ever

nd charm, showering

ooking at her with an open ad

e actors had forgotten all his old lines an

the audience, watching

rom scratch, our shared struggles and triumphs

his new life he was crafting, that

grocery store or the library, h

er casual acquaintanc

, was always friendly

to the chasm of shared history betwee

t not malicious. Just living i

ndifference was a c

gnoring it, and it felt like h

little company, was now a loud, desperate clamor for somet

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