HIS WIFE, MY HEART

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recognized them, not just in meaning, but in muscle memory. That quiet

forward.

s face from her, "Because I

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evening, the city being busy as usual, the

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met hi

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to speak, but no words came forth. Ins

into her car

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food by his side, while Charlie sat on the floor. The stil

hen he felt confused. Writing let him organize what he d

you know this,

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pocket of his blazer, and slowly sat do

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hat was the mos

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week pass

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