“To be thoroughly conversant with a man's heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of despair.” ~ Edgar Allan Poe



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He sat at the kitchen table staring at it. The gold band resting atop a stack of thin linen sheets of notarized paper. Her wedding ring, the set of divorce papers looking more ominous in the early morning light than they had the night before. The surgeon had yet to touch them. Didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that it was over. He had never ( Read more... )